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)