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)