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)