I'm getting thin

for this skin

I'm in

which hangs in folds and wrinkles

along the edges, between crevices

and where the corners sharpen at the bone.

I see the me I was framed to be

without the fluff

and all the other stuff

of living loud.

Now

I'm just sort of moving

one silent step at a time.

It's what I do

with what I've got

which is not a lot

but just enough

to help me be in the world I missed

when I was big and fast with speed

and so in need

of this disease to make me blind

so I could see

the beauty of being free.