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)