May Contain Nuts

Knives scrape plates,
coffee machine whirs,
I am 'grounding',
but I can't.

I have no roots.

Five smells,
all awful,
I'm still drifting.

I laugh out loud,
reading to distract,
"may contain nuts",
feels like an attack.

Doesn't every room,
every house,
every life.

Yet I'm still drifting,
slowly back.