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)