Heir to the Unchosen Hour Shirt Size:L and avoidance

and avoidance

But the top —

He is a somnambulist in disguise —

None of them made sense—except the shirt

The kind of fabric that doesn’t welcome metal

Heir to the Unchosen Hour Shirt Size:L and avoidanceHe 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