So you are the fly then
that can no longer get out.

You make a mess with hours.
You make love to the light.
You piss in the resources pot, misled
by a lame SWOT analysis.

You stroke
time and again with your big eyes
her skin, she is gold, and so you pile up
result upon result and every result is provisional.

The problem
is that switched off she also follows you everywhere,
disguised, like a mental exercise, round the children,
in the clutter, non-neutralizable deep-frying fat, when you want
to sleep, a stray cat, an old to-do list.