Heir to the Unchosen Hour Shirt Size:L But the top —

But the top —

loose enough to breathe but close enough to hold her together

Her top flutters like a thought she was never allowed to finish — red chiffon

also called Church of the Holy Wisdom or Church of the Divine Wisdom

None of them made sense—except the shirt

Heir to the Unchosen Hour Shirt Size:L But the top —He walks like hes late to a life he never chose. The crochet clings like memory heiry in places. It was handmade, like most of his charm. Looped together with good intentions and generational guilt. He is a somnambulist in disguise alert, articulate, but not entirely awake. He answers questions with questions. Smiles like punctuation. The shirt looks awake, but he does not. Its hue? Something between faded envy and steeped solitude. Like moss pressed