[I don't like thinking about you.]

I remember you the way
I remember a dream I had
several times.
It started when I was six.

I dreamed that a cartoon cat
chased me down a hall
wielding an axe.
It never occurred to me
to change the channel, or
wonder why I was outlined
in thick, black ink.

I had this dream
on and off
for the next ten years.
Then I stopped dreaming. No
pills, no hypnosis. Just stopped.
But years later I can
still remember
cat, axe, dream, chase
as if I'd dreamt it last night
with your arms close around me
and your breath in my hair.