Hello non-existent readers! I’ve been away for a while; much has happened. I learned about war and peace, and endured a cambridge winter. the spine is thicker, and the gut wider. Here’s a poem.
Linen pants
I’m no longer depressed
Because I discovered
Linen pants
They were dressy, but comfortable
They felt clean, and casual
[a concerned friend suggested I try shorts
he didn’t understand]
I’ve always had waist sizes that dwelled at unavailable sizes
Like 34 and ¾ or
In times of plenty
37
I always also felt distracted by my ill fitting and uncomfortable pants
And would lose concentration in social situations
then the linen pants
one particular pair fit perfectly
when I wore them
I at last felt
At ease
I think this make had sizes that were either a little too big for the number
Or a little too small
The distortion here was in my favor
I felt so much at ease
I even cuffed the bottoms
Like I was waking through a creekbed
And walked down the hot City streets
Feeling loose, wanting to even project looseness
These fine linen pants made me feel
that I could now
perhaps
try
to fit in
