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)