The midwives fish the placenta out of the birth tub and show it to me. It looks like a cooked jellyfish mated with a large steak. "Do you want it?" they ask.
"NO!!" I say, and completely involuntarily, I put out my hand to push away the idea. I am grateful that it functioned well for nine months; now we are both done with it. Please, go set it on fire somewhere else.