The Bag Lady of Time Zones Set Ides of March The skateboard rests by the

The skateboard rests by the bed

But these days

She swore she’d see the world — then got stuck at the edge of her mattress

The top holds the body the way a corset might

exactly where it belongs — the dress

The Bag Lady of Time Zones Set Ides of March The skateboard rests by theThe top is gathered like memory. Christofle toned chiffon sheer, crushed, deliberate. It clings to the body the way regret does: softly, then all at once. A collapsing architecture: sculpted tension at the waist, a neckline like an unfinished sentence. Its made from longing and engineered to hold it in place. He wears it like armor, though its barely there. A contradiction: fragile fabric, precise construction. Softness with spine. Dreamwear for the