Jeans

These are my favorite -----

They’re ripped up and faded, but I call that character.

They hang off my hips just a bit, but I like them that way.

I can’t wear them in public because they’re almost indecent.

I can wear them to bed because they’re almost as comfortable as pajamas.

So that’s always an option.

I like how familiar they are to me, molded to the shape of my thighs.

They aren’t new,

But you are.

I haven’t even cut the tags off.

You’re almost uncomfortable to wear, but you make my butt look really good.

I’ll keep washing you in my music and secret places in our quiet college town

Until you’re normal, routine, part of me.

Then I’ll wear you in rotation,

paired with one of the three shirts that I actually like.

I’ll wear you until you literally fall apart at the seams.

I’ll have my grandma sew you back together again and again and again

Because I don’t know how to sew.

You said that doesn’t bother you.

I’ll wear you until you become my favorite pair of -----

Because these have been loved too long.