There May Be a Few of These for the Time Being, I’m Afraid

There’s another thing I shouldn’t be talking about:
my apartment is a mess
that I don’t actually live in, or have,
and there’s paint everywhere and I stare out of the window
paranoid at the shape of the tree, how it touches
not the sky, but the fence: I definitely feel some alertness, but not
to what is around me, if it is there at all, that is.
But that doesn’t mean I’m irritated
by how they all lied about the tree
and the sky and the fence: I never enjoyed gaming;
I really do not live in an apartment. Though all this paint.