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)