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)