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)