Perspective

Some will say 

that you ran away

(and that is fine).

I know you ran away

to find me

(and that is better).

The immunity of trauma

held hostage in secrecy.

A bird flew

straight into me 

and died.

My becoming 

invisible

grows

 

from persons

to animals

She is salt and flesh -

an oyster melting

in my mouth.

I can no longer figure out 

why I spend so much  time

changing zeroes into ones

and then back again.