On our way, we always stop by the wolf habitat. Julia loves wolves. Probably because they remind her of me.
You have to look hard, maybe squint a little, but if you try, you can catch a hint of my inner wolf.
It’s in the eyes, mostly. Also in my distinguished profile.
I dream I’m a wolf sometimes, and when I wake up, I’m panting and my fur’s on alert and I’m feeling Yeah, the world could hurt me, but I could hurt the world right back even harder. Like there’s a dangerous, hard part of me chained inside, struggling to go free and just, I dunno, get even.
Then I go see what’s for breakfast.