Mercurial

So I go up to the roof again, one weekend real early in the morning when she would have been up there, and it was all gone. The pigeons, the coops, the pigeon crap everywhere, everything, vanished. It was like it all got blown away by the wind and the roof was totally empty. Washed away, like it was just a dream. That messed me up something awful man. But more than anything else in my life, more than all the fucked up shit I saw when I was coming up on the streets and no matter what my momma could say to me, that shit kept me straight, thinkin' of that old lady up there with her pigeons, I didn't want my momma to end up like that. With nobody, all alone, and then, gone.