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)