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.