I’m your only friend. I’m not your only friend, but I’m a little glowing friend, but really, I’m not actually your friend, but I am…

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch who watches over you…make a little birdhouse in your soul.

I have a secret to tell from my electrical well. It’s a simple message, and I’m leaving out the whistles and bells. So, the room must listen to me—filibuster vigilantly. My name is blue canary, one note, spelled l – i – t – e. My story’s infinite! Like the Longines Symphonette, it doesn’t rest!

There’s a picture opposite me of my primitive ancestry which stood on rocky shores and kept the beaches shipwreck-free. Though I respect that a lot, I’d be fired if that were my job, after killing Jason off and countless screaming Argonauts. Bluebird of friendliness, like guardian angels, it’s always near.

While you’re at it, keep the nightlight on inside the birdhouse in your soul.