How lovely it is to be forgiven,
cradled. When I feel like bursting at the seams,
make them elastic.
//
I want them natural, meltless in the hot breath of the kiln.
I want them draping the shelf of my ass, the spread of my thigh.
I want me in them: I want the give and the swell, I want it all.
//
I’m the woman. I bloat and shrivel, I wax
and wane with the moon. Give me a wide berth
and positive ease and pockets, give it all.
//
Three days on, then hang them on the line. I no longer fear
the late-night grocery run, the lazy Sunday, the patched knee:
Wherever I go, there I am.
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Suze Kay
Pastry chef by day, insomniac writer by night.
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Comments (3)
YEEEES! YES to all of this! I love my elastic pants!
Oh my goodness, great minds and all that… I’ve been telling people my plan to write about my menstrual cycle jeans for this challenge, LOL. I enjoyed your take on it.
Your poems are always a perfect mix of relatable reality and beautiful prose. This line was my favourite, 'I wax and wane with the moon.'