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)