I had a dream I was wearing a green shirt—
not one I own, nothing like it lives in my closet.
It’s nothing special, just a green long sleeve.
But the emerald made my brown eyes shine and
it hugged every right curve around my waist and
hid the ones I’m ashamed of.
I looked beautiful in all the ways I feel I don’t
when I’m awake.
Gabrielle Crone