lately I've been unraveling,
my fingers curl off, starting a little pile of something
called skin, it looks like pink yarn, and apple skin shavings,
my rings clink through right onto the concrete.
no arms to warm myself from these cold new york springs,
no shoulders to hold the earth up with,
no heart to give you any more.
I can watch everything leave me until my eyes go,
isn't that how it always is?