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)