Picking up after him seemed like a natural thing to do.
She picked up after him all the time.
We complete each other.
We love each other.
Everybody’s mess is different, right?
She snapped on her gloves as she cleaned out the basement.
The chair had some shreds of skin and dismembered limbs lay all over.
Another day. Another appetite. Another person.
Picking up and burying it all with salt in the backyard.