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)