THE WAXWINGS by Andrew Freiman
Cedar wax wings crowd around the fountain and search out their
reflections. They are huddled together to decide what types of
humans they want to be in the next life.
I want to be a politician so I can steal people’s money.
I want to be a hooker so I can steal people’s money.
I want to be a preacher so I can steal people’s money.
These birds are drunk. The males, all on their sides,
are laughing at the sun. These birds are pompous
little bigots, wheezing in and out of trees, laughing
at this evolution.
The females are flying around the air screaming
something about the morning.
Yes. IT IS BRIGHT OUT HERE!
Ladies. Your husbands are all drunks.
Who is even looking after your kids?
//ww
reflections. They are huddled together to decide what types of
humans they want to be in the next life.
I want to be a politician so I can steal people’s money.
I want to be a hooker so I can steal people’s money.
I want to be a preacher so I can steal people’s money.
These birds are drunk. The males, all on their sides,
are laughing at the sun. These birds are pompous
little bigots, wheezing in and out of trees, laughing
at this evolution.
The females are flying around the air screaming
something about the morning.
Yes. IT IS BRIGHT OUT HERE!
Ladies. Your husbands are all drunks.
Who is even looking after your kids?
//ww