starting over

I change my name.
my hair, what 's left
of it. I go to a surgeon
and remove
some lines,
some furrows
in the brow,
they smooth out the worn
stretches
along the eyes,
my mouth.
I grow a beard.
I lose weight.
I learn to write
with my left hand,
no longer the right.
I leave
no forwarding address.
I toss my phone into the river.
I'm on the run,
on the lamb,
i'm a shadow in the night,
i'm no one.
i'm starting over
this time
without the past, the present
or future in
sight.