New sky.
New trees.
New town.
New faces.
New people who don’t recognize you
who don’t know you
who don’t know what you’ve done.

Maybe it’s best to keep it that way.
If anyone asks about the past
keep to the shortest answers:
Yes, no, I don’t recall…
that sort of thing.
Don’t let them know anything.

It’ll just keep things easier
if no one hears
about who was the turkey baster king
of Whackamole County
and why.