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)