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)