Monday, April 28, 2014

Exodus 12: In writing

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
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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