Mouse girl Likes Shoes          
                                          
                                      
                                          
 In  This Dream  I Was  A  Girl Of  Maybe 
 Sixteen  Years, Together With My Dad  In 
 A  Huge  Bath  House  /  Spa /  Hotel  / 
 Shopping centre.      Dad Was  Constatly 
 Pointing Out Hot  Girls  To Me. "You See 
   That Black-Haired Thing Dissapearing   
 Behind  The  Clothes  Rack?  Oof!"  He'D 
 Say. He  Was  Always  Very  Creepy About 
 This,   Going   For   Girls    My   Age. 
                                          
 This  Night  He Had  Just Tried To Woo A 
 Girl  He  Called A "Mouse" By Buying Her 
 Shoes, But  She  Had Accepted  Them Only 
 To Run  Away Immediately Afterward.  Dad 
 Was  A   Bit  Bummed   But  Dropped   It 
 Quickly. I  Said Goodnight  To  Him  And 
       Went Looking For The Mouse.        
                                          
 The Building Was Enormous And  Mazelike. 
 Walls, Floors And  Pillars  Were  Set In 
 Green  Marble. Throughout The  House Ran 
 A  Main  Boulevard,  Wide  As  A Street, 
 Framed  With Clay Vases Dark As Obsidian 
 And  Taller Than A Person. In  Each Vase 
 Was Placed Upright A  Leaf  From  A Palm 
 Tree  Or  Giant  Fern. The Boulevard Was 
 Dimly Lit,  Which Allowed The Pools That 
   Were Generously Sprinkled Throughout   
    Each Floor Would Reflect Suggestive   
          Patterns On The Marble.         
                                          
                                      
                                          
 Following The  Boulevard, Two Floors  Up 
 I  Found  Her  Crying  Behind  Two  Fern 
 Vases.  She  Was  Beautiful,  And  As  I 
 Approached, She  Looked Up And Sniveled. 
 In  The  Nearest  Vase  She  Had Stuffed 
             Both The Shoes.              
                                          
 I  Told Her To  Follow,  But  She Didn'T 
 Move  Or  Speak.  So  Instead I Said  To 
 Stay There, And Ran  To Get Her A Better 
 Pair Of  Shoes  That She Would  Actually 
 Like.  When  I  Returned,  Having  Spent 
 More Than  I  Could  Really  Afford, She 
 Was Visibly Impressed. I Tried To  Sound 
 Cool,  Saying  Something  Like  "What Do 
 You  Think, Just  Because A Girl  Has  A 
 Freaky  Dad,  She  Doesn'T  Have Taste?" 
 But  Mouse  Girl  Just  Laughed  At  Me. 
                                          
 She Then Took Me By The Hand And  Led Me 
 Out   A   Side  Route  To  A  Closed-Off 
 Rooftop Walking Garden, Full Of  Juniper 
 And Thuja.  It Was  A Late  Evening, And 
     The Stars Were Glittering. Being     
 Closed, The Garden Had  Its Light Turned 
 Off,  But  We  Could Still  See Our  Way 
 Around  By The Light  Shining Down  From 
 The   Windows  Of  The  Higher   Floors. 
                                          
 She Lay  Down In A Patch Of Grass. I Sat 
 Down  On  My  Knees,  And  Then  Crawled 
 Closer.  She  Laughed At  Me  Again, And 
                  Said -                  
                                          
                                      
                                          
 (Here I Am Awakened By The Morning Crew)