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)