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)