Left Open
A piece about leaving things open past the point of comfort, where Nora allows uncertainty to remain instead of securing it. Endurance appears as tolerating quiet instability.
I leave it Open Not on purpose Not to see I just don’t close it In time Air moves Where it shouldn’t I notice After — Something passes Close enough I don’t track it All the way I stay Where I am Longer than I meant to — The room changes Slightly I don’t ask How I could close it Now I don’t Nothing happens Yet