September 7, 2016

“I removed my womb from my center with a pair of burning tongs, then placed it within a glass jar. Within the jar, the womb floated and kicked. It swam from wall to wall, and never once complained about being trapped forever (sometimes, though, the womb burbled in protest). I kept the jar upon a shelf and each day, gazed upon the uterine splendor. The womb often changed colors.”

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