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)