"Anorexic."
You remember this woman, Gail, on the beach at Nice?
"On the shoreline, the woman lounged
topless oiling her already dark, insistent, global tan.
Squeezed into the razor thinness of her profile,
she looked like someone missing among the fleshly.
Her breasts reduced to ornaments,
and each rib waited to be counted.
When I passed by, she adjusted her posture
and smiled up at me as though proud of what she had to offer.
And at that moment, her hip bones broke forth from her body
like the prow of a ship that had suddenly emerged from the sand.
Its hull stripped to a skeleton, and all its sailors drowned."