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)