Oh my favorite skirt
Denim, frayed and well-worn
Ah the times I threw you on
To find comfort and a loose-fitting waistband
The way you hung low on my waist
I recall a day when you nearly pulled off my hips
without the aide of the zipper
But such sorrow
Fresh from the laundry
Where hast thy roominess gone?
Cutting into my waist when I sit is unacceptable
Curse you, aromatase inhibitor!
Starving the cancer cells
While feeding my fat cells...
Curse you, cancer!
Now I can't wear
my comfy
Denim
Skirt
