rerun

I dreamt about a small plaid skirt

anger, shoving, laundry machine water

and the eyes of its murderer.

My dad held my hand.

I dreamt about fictional creatures

love, my own, light fur

and the hair of its murderer.

My dad held my hand.

I dreamt about soft lead drawings

unthought meaning,deep snug bunny ears

and the mind of their author.

My dad held my hand

and each time we started earlier.

and we got closer.

and the grass was dewy. and the icing pink.