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)