Between the eves
Between the watches
At the splitting of the night
Between the days
Between the jambs
At the dripping first light
Between your teeth
a cracking bread
a bitter burst
between you lips
the yeast unrisen
the sent not sent
pressed in bloody passage
till I am heaved
mewling,
from the womb
tumbling into the milky glow
See me now, between your lids
Guard me at your fingertip
Gather me in
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