My grandson says a wolf lives in our car.
He is invisible, Trin explains. And I hate him.
He wants to eat me.
The wolf says ‘stupid,’ which Trin is not
Allowed to say. The wolf is sarcastic,
Ebullient. Fearless. Trin is not.
Perhaps I need a wolf, I think. An alter ego
To remind me what is possible: courage
And a sense of the absurd.
The wolf did it, Trin tells me, when
He kicks the back of my seat.
This is what I will say when asked
About my own deviance:
The wolf did it.