bee gees singing of the lost

still i am thinking that i am living in two places at once. now i know that i stepped on a plane. i traveled quite a few hours and very uncomfortably behind this lady with the evil eye who pinched my toe. i got off the plane on another continent altogether. and as far as i know i haven't left this here continent. and yet, all that separates me between my old and my new world (which is really my even older world) is a paper-thin wall. one of those cheap make-shift dividers where all you need to do is find the handle and slide it open to make two worlds one. i can hear things from next door and vice versa. for example, this song from the bee gees was playing over fireworks and kisses as well as on a car stereo in the streets of bakersfield by the seashore. "how deep is your love" they ask. a bottomless pit, i say. with tunnels going in too many directions. and i don't have a flashlight. somehow i find my way but one of these days i will venture down the wrong corridor. then i will be telling the same story about when my dad and i got lost in lajolla valley because eric drew a bad map. eric will be listening to fabrice telling it just about the same way at the same moment. or will it be my voice reaching through the divider into his bellybutton out his voicebox into eric's ear? or has it been my dad telling stories reaching us from yet another room in this house of paperthin walls? who am i going with and who is doing the talking?

and thus i am sitting in a room with at least four paperthin walls in my new polkadotted jupe wishing there was a radio playing my song...

thumbelina

the moon looked like
a freakin' star
then herbie drove by
you know
moi
she sucks her thumb
when she makes love
toi