Chestnut Hours Shirt Swimsuit It clings like a thought

It clings like a thought she can’t quite finish

She wears red like a theory

Once you've placed your order

she drinks both—one for ritual

Chestnut Hours Shirt Swimsuit It clings like a thoughtShes had three dreams and two matcha lattes this morning. None of them made senseexcept the shirt. It clings like a thought she cant quite finish. Hand dyed in a chestnut tone, the colour sits somewhere between burnt sugar and forgotten journals. Theres warmth in itfaint, flickeringlike lamplight in a train window. The crochet, loose enough to breathe but close enough to hold her together, was made by someone with patience she doesnt possess. She