Yesterday she lost
her arms. The sleeves
of her winter sweater
hang slack and cold.
She cocks her head
above the snug
turtleneck collar:
I imagine the missing mouth,
lips turned upward
at the cheek
she offers for a kiss
I manage like an uncle.
Parts that remain slip
from my hands like leaves.
I'll have to gather and burn them,
sweep her shadow out the door.
her arms. The sleeves
of her winter sweater
hang slack and cold.
She cocks her head
above the snug
turtleneck collar:
I imagine the missing mouth,
lips turned upward
at the cheek
she offers for a kiss
I manage like an uncle.
Parts that remain slip
from my hands like leaves.
I'll have to gather and burn them,
sweep her shadow out the door.
