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)