January 10, 2008

• there's a bluebird in my heart that
  wants to get out
  but I'm too clever, I only let him out
  at night sometimes
  when everybody's asleep.
  I say, I know that you're there,
  so don't be
  sad.
  then I put him back,
  but he's singing a little
  in there, I haven't quite let him
  die
  and we sleep together like
  that
  with our
  secret pact
  and it's nice enough to
  make a man
  weep, but I don't
  weep, do
  you?
  
  - Charles Bukowski, from The Bluebird
  
  (i read that last night before bed and started to cry.)

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