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)