Castoff Skin (1966)
She lay in her girlish sleep at ninety-six,
Small as a twig.
Pretty good figure
for an old lady, she said to me once.
Then she crawled away, leaving
a tiny stretched transparence
behind her. When I kissed her paper cheek
I thought of the snake,
of his quick motion.
Ruth Whitman
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1.
What is the central metaphor of this poem?