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)