27: Under Water

In the park, Elliott says he’ll never love you. A fountain throws water like confetti. The ground cracks open and you’re in a strange city, penniless but surrounded by money, a thirsty sailor at sea. Gilded women swirl through the streets. Glass buildings sharpen blades of sunlight. You find a job serving the rich, wear used clothes, befriend a poet and an irate socialist. Then a good man falls for you. Making love is easy. But talking to him is like talking through water. You can’t make promises. Once the ground has opened, walking on it is no less than a miracle.