teeth

what time were you born this morning?

what time were you born
this morning
when the curtains of your
eyelids were drawn back
for the first time
in this new country
called today
how much of your old life
came with you
did it break skin
when it tried
hooking teeth into your arm
I know that happens sometimes
the biting
the attempt to
follow you through
the night’s resurrection
you know 
the teeth marks were yours right
don’t forget to disinfect the wound
and tonight try following the sun
into her gentler sleep
where yesterday fades into screaming shades of red
and tomorrow is welcomed
by light