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)