The Duties of the Mom Friend

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A friend of mine

wraps her fingers around her wrist,

complaining she is all bones,

her pinkie finger  touches her thumb

when I wrap my arms around her shoulders,

giving her a hug,

her collar bones cut into my arms. 


I see her again.

2 weeks later,

she wraps her fingers around her wrist,

complaining, again,

that she is all bones,

her pinkie finger and her thumb overlap.

I do not show her 

how close I am to being able

to touch my pinkie and my thumb

around my wrist

like her.

I do not let my collar bones stab her 

when I give her a hug.

Instead I hand her a bag of Cheez-its

and ask if she ate breakfast this morning. 


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