What friends are for

Friends are for nice emails first thing in the morning (thanks, Mike), sympathy when you break your foot, raised eyebrows when you cross the line, laughing when you laugh and crying when you cry, praying for your daughter the soldier girl, and catching your honking huge omissions when you work on diagrams of the human Self. What would I do without you, Jess? Here's the revision - dedicated to my friends - especially the ones who notice it when I'm not expressing myself as they knew I wanted to.