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)