Getting used to it

In a moldering dream,
I fitted a woolen sock
over the stump of my leg.

The two middle fingers of each hand
were missing,
the knuckles paper-skinned.

A presence studied my learned motions
and nodded its approval.
~Now you will stay~
~Now you have learned~


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