A darkness & chaos poem about address, name, glass, where attention changes the scale of the ordinary.
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Leave the unfamiliar here, under the name you cannot settle. The field will hold it for a while. The glass will not make it harmless. When you come back for your certainty, someone else will have opened it.
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A field remains open after judgement fails, allowing the speaker to see without forcing a conclusion.
An object has no address in the known world, but the speaker recognises the feeling of being similarly unplaced.
A surreal speculative poem about a child, erased play, and a bureaucratic world that turns memory, language, and belonging into terms of service.
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