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)