By Melissa Yuan-Innes
Published by Olo Books
In association with Windtree Press
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.”