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)