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)