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)