December 13, 2017

“The family said: Touch the dead. I refused. Mother yanked at my hand. Father pushed me forward. Sister and brother begged. Putrid grease dribbled from uncle’s bottom lip. The family shouted: Touch the dead, touch the dead. I could not. I did not. The dead’s smell lingered at the back of my nose; when I sniffed, I caught the smell as if my face were buried in its soup-like innards…”

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