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)