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.
About the Creator
Time for #2
This is the second article on my review of the ideas in The Four Agreements. Here's the first article: I knew that I'd move forward with this series, but I put it off as Agreement #2 is a big stumbling block for me. I'd like to say I decided to get out of my own way and thus wrote this, but that isn't the truth. (Since Agreement #1 is to Be Impeccable with Your Word I surely need to own up to that)
By Judey Kalchik 3 days ago in BookClub
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.'