By Brad Feuerhelm
"From the kitchen, I could hear faintly “Look after your milk”!!! It was some sort of sideways directive that my blonde partner shouted at our blonde twenty month old. I was at the time considering how closely cyanide and almonds share a space on the tree of life, blissfully co-existing to produce milk for incompetent digesters while also nestled very close on the same branch which gave Himmler a soft exit. I was putting all of this together and thinking through what it would mean to look after my own milk in none so vexing pornographic terms. The...
