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)