holly golightly

why cant you understand

the bird in the cage is all that you want

someone to chirp calmly and contently

you don’t know me

i don’t either

and for either of us to want to pretend would be

selfish

like taming a forest fire with a few

drops of rain

i am not that bird

instead the one, dead on your doorstep

offered as a gift

you would never accept.