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)