Chestnut Hours Shirt Swimsuit she drinks both—one for ritual

she drinks both—one for ritual

and the red is just bright enough

It clings like a thought she can’t quite finish

That’s how she feels most days

a love note folded into a front pocket

Chestnut Hours Shirt Swimsuit she drinks both—one for ritualShes 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