My dog’s assumed my alter ego.
Has taken over – walks the house
phallus hanging wealthy and raw
in front of guests, nuzzling head up skirts
while I direct my mandarin mood.
Last week driving the babysitter home.
She, unaware dog sat in the dark back seat,
talked on about the kids’ behaviour.
On Huron Street the dog leaned forward
and licked her ear.
The car going 40 miles an hour
she seemed more amazed at my driving ability
than my indiscretion.
It was only the dog I said.
Oh she said.
Me interpreting her reply all the way home.
MICHAEL ONDAATJE