go to a pet supplies plus. in your insufferable hometown. pass the shit covered floors. and the pie eyed employees. who reek like formaldehyde and indigestion. look into the hastily built cages. the Vaseline streaked aquariums. decide on which dying animal best represents you. distill your personality into a pair of sagging eyes. or a toothless mouth. or silly birthday hat. made for a creature that will never celebrate anything.

retreat outside with your haul. to your arc. a 2003 Chevy Malibu. collapse under the weight of the sun and let your guts spill into the poorly manicured lawn. let your animals feast. let them thrive. let them experience freedom for the first time. in your guts. die happily. watching a chicken wearing three dimensional sunglasses fade into the sunset with your liver.