Rohmer Shirt—Oyster all products and encountering something you have

and encountering something you have not yet seen or heard

On the table between them

The material had its own qualities: you could touch its slick

perhaps even painted with the hair of a squirrel's tail

Rohmer Shirt—Oyster all products and encountering something you haveIt was full of all the repressed sexuality of English Country Interiors, with the prints bleached out. A shirt, the color of oysters, embodied the reserved topography of a room full of Agnes Martin paintings, in an empty London museum before closing. The buttons, a miniature China Cabinet. A seafood tower the night before, dripping its ice in abandon. The taste of brine. The next morning, the fog heavy and low on the lawn, no one wanted to leave bed.