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)