—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.
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