The visitors are still here,
making holes in the timetable,
pauses in the playback.

The days are awry:
someone's in the bathroom
and talking on the phone,

the television is up too loud
and on the wrong channel,
there's nowhere for me to work.

Our vegetables are undercooked
and the kitchen is not clean.
I didn't want a curry anyway.

It's a circle-house experience
where space is at a premium
and I want to hide away,

it is time for disorienteering,
time to put my mind in the trees
and be who I do not want to be.