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)