A NAME IS JUST A ROOM YOU CAN’T GET OUT OF

after leigh sugar’s “a number is just a name.”

alphabetic confines remind you: a
fate is not unlike a name;
it is a hand you’re dealt, it is
a plane of content, and you are just
the plane of expression. within it, a
home, borne of and returning to — a room
you can never leave. your dna says you
are a strange loop of things you can’t
choose. and in a world where you don’t get
a second chance, there is no out,
no beginning anew that you’re aware of.