Channel No. Me Top Size:Small exactly where it belongs —

exactly where it belongs — the dress

She rolls only in dreams now — speed has nothing on surrender

He doesn’t ride

Materials-

A contradiction: fragile fabric

Channel No. Me Top Size:Small exactly where it belongs —The television hums in the background like a half remembered lullaby white noise for the emotionally overstimulated. Her top flutters like a thought she was never allowed to finish red chiffon, loosely tied in the grammar of a chunni, threaded with faint shocks of blue, like veins under a fever dream. Its not a scarf. Its not a statement. Its the leftover language of sentimentality wrapped around her chest, anchored at the nape or not depending on the