secret world

A friend called on the phone tonight and I actually took the call because in his whole eleventh month of life I had drilled him hard and asked “HOW OLD ARE YOU?” and got him to hold up one finger. He was my practice baby — for years. He never lets me forget how much he remembers about me and what I contributed to his life.

Tonight he reminded me that because of the very liberal upbringing he had, he always felt he had a “secret world” inside of him — that he could access — and that others did not have this. “I can see people starving for it to this day,” he said.

But — he said — he can see it in B and C. He just recorded a filmed poetry album, asking himself, “Would Claudia like this?”

She certainly liked the new amethyst lights I got her.

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