LaTroy Hawkins holds his 40-year-old hands in front of his face, palms facing inward. They are no longer a pair of parallel images. Side by side, the difference is glaring.

The pinkie on his left hand – his non-dominant hand – resembles a normal human finger.

The pinkie on his right hand – his pitching hand – is crooked.

“It used to look like this one,” he laments, wiggling his left pinkie while standing in front of his locker at Tradition Field.

You get to a point, Hawkins said, when your body begins falling apart one piece at a time. In 2010, it was his shoulder; in 2012, his finger.

“You look at last year,” Hawkins said. “I was coming off of [shoulder] surgery in 2010. “I had a good year. I’m thinking, ‘OK, well, keep my shoulder healthy, I’ll be fine.’ … Then I break my finger. It’s just little things that start to chip away at you.”

Nobody in the Mets’ clubhouse is tearing up over Hawkins’ perception that he’s beginning to unravel like a mummy. He takes measured steps to ensure his longevity. Earlier this week, reliever Robert Carson noticed Hawkins strolling through the clubhouse carrying a drumstick on a black plastic plate.

“A little fried chicken over there?” Carson said.

“Baked,” Hawkins responded.

“I feel bad for him,” manager Terry Collins said. “He’s 40 years old. He’s had to live in that body for 40 years. Nine percent body fat. Stinkin’ lean and strong. It’s really a shame.”