who knows

dream that i'm kissing a girl who turns into a jock
and i say no, but he doesn't listen.
then everything shifts to a police station that is a principal's office
and they're handing me a rape kit
which is a questionnaire drawn by a child with crayons in sloppy colors,
big swoops and circles and stick figures: a woman's body all weird and wrong
by some kid who couldn't know better.
I wake up and I don't know what it means, won't ever,
but wow, really, crayons?