The Roller Girl of Nowhere Dress Les Fauves The morning doesn’t

The morning doesn’t

The iridescent marbling surface reflects light like disturbed water

not fabric

Chestnut suede tailored shorts

like airport windows at dawn

The Roller Girl of Nowhere Dress Les Fauves The morning doesn’tShe swore shed see the world then got stuck at the edge of her mattress. Her shoes remember movement. Her body does not. She rolls only in dreams now speed has nothing on surrender. She said she liked velocity, but what she really liked was the idea of escape. Old La Perla sheets, a Nars concealer she hadn't touched since September, and a red dress that reminded her of the trip she cancelled. Just drifting beautifully through the inertia. She dressed