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)