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)