Book of Dust: Wound

I will set the bones in the valley
of my palm, until the joint snaps
back into place.
I will knit your skin to its
former glory, if you

let my fingers wield the needle
and thread like a finely-tuned
instrument,

until you are whole,
and wholly mine.

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