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)