Piccolo Toro — TasselsWorn to dinner, the folds of a borrowed velvet jacket looked like the shadow of a black horse running in slow motion. The fabric held traces of perfume from nights past, a fleeting opening into the owners memories. As she sat at the table, the silk interior cushioned her skin; a tiny coffin for her torso. She closed her eyes, to reel in a memory, or perhaps to revel in the feeling of temporarily becoming someone else. The Piccolo Toro jacket with