Status Updates From Upright Beasts

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“But Clover,” I say, “even when we die, we never truly go away.”
I don’t mean that hogwash about friends and family living on in our memories. I mean that creatures like Clover and me, those with the star-fallen flesh inside us, are not restrained by these bodies.

…I find the shovel and begin to dig a pit. My fingers blister on the wooden handle. My legs ache. I push the parts of your murdered mother into the pit one by one. I get the gasoline that we foraged from the neighbors’ charred car. It spills on my hands, burning the blisters. I’m too weak to even cry. I shuffle back to the house, the smoke of your mother in my clothes.