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)