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)