Field guide No. 115
Night shift at the comb
Every tooth, an office.
A black hair comb stands on its spine like a tower block in the rain, its windows lit late into the night.
Field noteCombs are already a row of identical units. Fitting out each tooth as a floor took only a planner.
Also possible, also breaking category
A small disagreementDomino pips are paint, not passengers. Letting them walk off is a category lapse, nothing worse.
The antler-cord telephoneCords end in plugs and antlers end in deer. Swapping the ends is wrong but not contradictory.
Zebra stripes slip to the groundMarkings sliding off like loose tape: hide doesn’t work that way, though nothing here contradicts itself.
Brass thrillsHorns are coiled tubing and so are coasters. One only needed seatbelts to become the other.