The moon fills up and all
of the old itches return.
He catches a glimpse
of himself in the Mirror
as he rushes down the hall:
muzzle going white; claws
wearing down; that tooth 
that never grew back and
he wonders in the 2 seconds
before he leaps out the window
if just once he could stay home
and ride it out with a bottle of
George T. and maybe a nice
Glenn Duncan novel.