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)