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)