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)