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)