Thinner

I am thinner
I am less
I have found again the corners of my skeleton
My bones feel girlishly fragile
My wings are too small and blunt to lift
I look at my hands and see the ropes of my veins
I wonder if that is all that is holding me together
In the heat
my flesh feels heavy on my bones
spongy and dense
I am eating it slowly
I am scraping it away from the inside
If I take enough off, maybe my heart will float instead
of rasping down the grater of my ribs
I have swallowed my tongue
and found that my appetite for argument has disappeared