Anorexic Woman: Florence

Anorexic Woman: Florence

She walks totteringly across the square
Flagstones set around the Duomo by hands
Long thinned to bone, her flesh like the outline
Around the figures the guide who showed me
The frescoes in the Brancacci Chapel 
Said were evidence the work wasn’t done
In one day, Massacio leaving space
To add Adam later, leaving Eve to cry
Alone, maybe wondering if she was 
The only one being exiled for 
Picking the apple, which of course 
She didn’t eat.