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)