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)