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SKIN SONG

By Melissa Yuan-Innes

Published by Olo Books

In association with Windtree Press

Smashwords Edition


Copyright 2011 by Melissa Yuan-Innes


What does a dead, preserved body look like? Smell like? Sound like?

It’s lunchtime, two days before medical school orientation begins, when I force myself past the frosted glass door and combination lock into the anatomy dissection lab. It’s a huge room and smells strange, almost sweet. I stare at the well-spaced islands of white body bags until I notice Aerosmith playing, tinny at a low volume.

I follow the music to an adjoining room where I find the prosector, John. He has blond hair and a moustache and looks surprisingly normal for someone who cuts up cadavers for a living. He says, “Kyla. You’re at table 39. Do you need to buy anything?”

I buy the lab coat for $10 and shake my head at the dissection kit and gloves.

Okay. You’re all set.” He pauses. “You can see your cadaver either now, or when class starts.”

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