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)