Heir to the Unchosen Hour Shirt Size:L The dress used to mean

The dress used to mean something: a dinner

He is a somnambulist in disguise —

One boot slightly ahead of the other

None of them made sense—except the shirt

and avoidance

Heir to the Unchosen Hour Shirt Size:L The dress used to meanHe 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