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)