by Eugie Foster
Every night, as I sleep on my futon, I dream I’m a rabbit, running on a river of moonlight. My fur is white, my legs strong and swift, and I’m going to see Mama. Papa said Mama left because she was one of the obake, the spirit folk. When next the full moon beckoned, Mama turned into a silver rabbit scented with Envy by Gucci, a platinum Bulgari watch around her throat, and flew out into the night.