the board wants to know exactly where my leak is. though it's been the same place through my tenancy. it's always news to the board. i say who knows where my leak originates, board, just tell me you will fix the roof. i can't say from where this board originates. i suppose it's always been here.

i went on the roof yesterday. i found the winter crow, feathers and bones slowly separating in a tangle of black wire. i picked up the skull. i opened the beak. i talked to myself quietly. i pulled some loose skin. a little blade came away. i said what is this. i touched it. it was the tongue of the crow, still moist.

i put the skull in my bathroom window, between the grey rain and the dripping faucet, between the sky and my body, washing in the cold piped rain. 

remember that crow on the roof, laying in the end of flight, black on silver-white?