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)