Lace Lag set Gloves The blouse is a powder

The blouse is a powder blue lace — gauzy

The suede shorts ground her — vaguely

She no longer performs red

The dress used to mean something: a dinner

It buttons all the way up

Lace Lag set Gloves The blouse is a powderShe moves through cities half asleep camera in hand, bow still tied, always just about to arrive. Not with meaning. Only momentum. The blouse is a powder blue lace gauzy, translucent, and light as a sigh. It doesnt hold shape so much as suggest it. It drapes at the collarbone like something remembered not worn. The kind of fabric that doesnt welcome metal, only skin. It buttons all the way up, like shes dressing for a version of herself she once