75 Word Fishing Trip
The Mermaid was dressed in blue imagination

I thought it was about me but no, it’s about you and the way you play with blue imagination.
There is something aquatic in the way you move a flick of your tail will shoot you through the shallows.
You are thin and your silvered dress flares at the floor, shimmering, seemingly moved by liquid moods.
I know you are unobtainable and that pleases me in the same way that a round rock pleases Sisyphus.