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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