I refute it all.

My ex wife’s new husband doesn’t understand

And I’m not writing him any more letters

I can’t keep trying to find the language.

Back in my kitchen I try to get on with things

I’ve got an oak table and that helps.

Its solid and I can do anything here.

When I had a landline I made much better decisions.

I’m not someone who can walk around, talking

and I don’t like not knowing where someone is

I was in a neighbour’s greenhouse that had its windows

Smashed in, vandalised by these two brothers

Who briefly made this neighbourhood unbearable

When you called me and said when I get in

We’ll need to talk. There was compost and dirt everywhere.

The police didn’t even bother to check for fingerprints.