Neon Dreams

Stippled glass refracts neongreen as a rock pool, sculpting our fluid teen-age bodies into punky shapes, miming Poly Styrene and Siouxsie.  “Just like dancing,” you saybehind your dark glasses. “I know,” I say,flashing with mine. We lean               against                            the                                  opaque bricks, watching light play catch-me-if-you-can. I dream we are neon mermaids,still untouchable and young, in […]