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)