I haven't had a pet since I was like 12, but this one particular crow always hung around the rooftop garden of my old place, and any time I went up there he'd be sitting on this little wooden beam. I named him Russell (because of course I did) and took this picture of him a few years back. Russell was almost like a cat in bird-form: lazy, incredibly specific about his sunbathing habits, and could not give less of a fuck about anything else. Good times.

New poem coming this weekend, specifically one I've been working on for over a year now. Looking forward to finally posting it here.

This picture and your soul belong to me. Russell don't belong to nobody but Russell.