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)