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)