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)