28 01 24

Push again, they say a few moments later. You’ve got to be kidding—aren’t I done yet ? But this one’s easy ; the placenta has no bones. I had always imagined the placenta like a rare fifteen-ounce steak. Instead it’s utterly indecent and colossal—a bloody yellow sac filled with purple-black organs, a bag of whale hearts.

The Argonauts
Graywolf Press 2015