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)