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1 " Jamie came back to the apartment one night to find her spreading a viscous fluid onto a canvas. It was threaded wtih blood. " Good God," he said. " What the hell is that?" Pia didn't bother to look up but continued to knead the clear slime across the canvas. " It's my new piece." " But what is it?" He kept pointing. He'd never seen something so disgusting in his life. And her hands were completely in it. " It's Jodie's placenta. She gave it to me. I'm going to tack it up and let it dry on this canvas. Then I'm gonna glue-gun pictures of dead fetuses onto Lucite and make them the centerpeice." " Uh huh." She raised her sticky hands to him. " It's about women, you know? The way that the world opresses them, all right? And it's about babies, and . . . I don't know . . . I just got the placenta today." " Wow, that's wow . . . that's . . ." No words for this. He scratched his chin as she spread her hands in a concentric motion across the canvas. " So, do you really think anyone's gonna want to put that up on their wall when it's done?" he asked. She scowled, displeased. "
