—IF I COULD FLOAT AWAY IN THE BLUE, I MIGHT JUST FLOAT FOREVER

 

Animal

 

It was the summer one brother came home from prison and one fought in Nam and Mom fought Dad and I fought every demon inside me, hurling rocks at the moon, shrieking at the moon, wanting nothing more than to eat the moon’s still beating heart.

It was the summer I became a werewolf, changing seamlessly from one animal to the next.