Utter Felicity.

Stalin has pranked and poked fun and thrown eggs at me basically since day 1. Well day 1 that I started to get to know him. So today after volleyball, when he is throwing the volleyball at me, I dumped my water bottle on him. He looked like a drowned rat! Then I convinced Brielle to dump her water bottle on him! He looked miserable. Then I went over to Bleeker who was serving root beer floats and asked him if he would pour the ice water that was keeping the root beer cold, on Henry. He did. A great way to end a perfectly stressful week! It was so much fun to see him soaked so many times over.

Bluebird

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pur whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?

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.
Someone sent me this poem last Wednesday, and I just identify with it perfectly! It was crazy, though. I read this one and then looked up a few others also by Bukowski to get a feeling for him. The very next day we were asked in history if we had ever heard of Bukowski! Awesome coincidences are wonderful.