its like standing in times square and you're taking off your layers, peeling away bits of you like an onion heavy coat, tossed near the gutter there are your socks, one left, one right shoes scattered to the wayside pants folded neatly, why are they folded? and there you are, naked and anxious and your throat is in your stomach but you can't breath because its closed surely it's closed. where is the oxygen why are you naked? why is everyone looking? this is what it feels like to unzip your soul.