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The Animal Inside Me

The animal inside me wears a sweater when it snows. He lives in Logan's house with his new wife, and is afraid of the neighbor's electric fence. The animal inside me eats only cold food from a can that Logen scrapes into a metal bowl, and plays with scuffed, rubber toys. The animal inside me hates the toys and the Alpo, though he gulps it down and makes a show of play, ever eager to please. The animal inside me sings of the Ones who ran wild. He has a fine collection of bones buried in the back yard, and revels in rolling in fresh deer scat. Sometimes, when no one is there to see, the animal inside me chews the new wife's leather shoes, although this is mainly a thing of the past. The animal inside me loves to run, which hardly happens anymore. He is waiting on the doe-eyed collie who lives down the road, and wishes that Logan would just burn the stupid sweater.
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Aug 4, 2012
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