Chestnut Hours Shirt Swimsuit and the red is just

and the red is just bright enough

she drinks both—one for ritual

a love note folded into a front pocket

but does not discipline

That’s how she feels most days

Chestnut Hours Shirt Swimsuit and the red is justShes 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