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)