After her poetry reading, the featured poet sat in an uncomfortable yellow plastic chair for the open mic sessions, staying to listen to the amateurs so she did not appear rude or superior. While the first reader lamented about lost love, she noticed the thin curves of neon tubing in the window of the small shop across the street and how the light waxed and waned in the cold winter night, the words "TV REPAIR" struggling asthmatically for each bright blue glow. She remembered that decades ago people really did repair things like televisions, dusty vacuum tubes in big cases.