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.