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)