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)