Channel No. Me Top Size:Small There’s handwriting on the hem

There’s handwriting on the hem

He doesn’t ride

exactly where it belongs — the dress

Materials-

flickering—like lamplight in a train window

Channel No. Me Top Size:Small There’s handwriting on the hemThe 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