Heir to the Unchosen Hour Shirt Size:L loose enough to breathe but

loose enough to breathe but close enough to hold her together

But the top —

Her journey lives within her — a ledger of unmet expectations and inherited restlessness

The dress used to mean something: a dinner

But these days

Heir to the Unchosen Hour Shirt Size:L loose enough to breathe butHe 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