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)