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)