2011-02-14T23:10:03-08:00February 14th, 2011|Musings on life|

Keep her warm

She gets smaller
every day.
Her hip bones
are sharp
like saucers.
Even her eyeballs
look dry.
I see her
naked in the changing room.
Bones wrapped in
tissue paper.
I want to hold her
brittle hand.
Her back is covered
in hair
like a baby animal.
It makes me want to cry
for her body.
Not because she is starving it
but because it will never
judge her for this,
it will just try
to keep
her warm.

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