I was living on rooftops
In the Bronx
For a few years
When I was a teenager
Onetime there was a homeless woman
Rummaging through the trash
I watched her unwrap scraps
And eat her fill
She climbed up the fire escape
Onto a rooftop I was on
Falling asleep next to me
She said, “I don’t know who you are
But I want you gone by morning.”