Monday. The water is dripping from the sky. The rotunda has a moat.
Dripping, splashing, ripples all around us, we are an island in the sky.
I want to tell the story of the woman with no hair
but. but. I might just tell it to the water instead.
but if Adanma comes visit I’ll tell it to her.
I’m sure there is a rule about not walking on those platforms, those performance-perfect stages, and besides I really want a picture of those water lilies.
Inside and outside the water.
Above and below the water.
Ripples drizzle the membrane (that’s)
separating two elements (air and water)
and the worlds within