Divination

I dressed her wound
after the biopsy,

a scarlet braid
laced with black thread.

She was alone, but spoke of her father at her bedside
attending a bowl of water and sand,

pulling out stars.

He pinned them in her hair and stayed
until I cut the suture.

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