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)