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)