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)