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)