Stream of Consciousness 4/21/2022
And before he even argues, and before I even fill up There’s a spider on the counter And his lips are painted red. And before he fills it backwards On the couch-ride to the city There’s a monkey three weeks backward With a cradle for his head. Today I saw at least 200 Cedar Waxwings in the trees outside Isis, or rather, on the walkway between Isis and Heaven. I remember when I had my interview day, they explained that we had the name first, and that we’re holding onto it in hopes that our building far outlasts the terrorist group. The Waxwings were hopping from branch to branch, and chirping with little mini screeches. I didn’t know what kind of bird they were, but I figured I’d be able to identify them since they were so distinctive looking. They had bold, yellow bellies, and sharp little crests on their heads like faux-hawk hairstyles. And little black stripes on their faces that went out from almost their beaks and back to almost to where their win...