she's laughing at me
my pants are falling down
i suppose it's natural
i just bought these pants.a month ago
they fit perfectly then
for better or worse
my ass perfectly on display
now they hang down around my hips
and shelter my ankles like a boot
creeping as if they are supposed to be low cut
another ten pounds or five kilos
and they will no longer have any support
my pants will be more like denim coveralls
loose and comfy and stuff
except that part where there are no straps
to keep them up off the ground away from my ankles
i could walk around all day
hands in my pockets
holding up my pants by sheer stubborness
saying hi and never waving
until i see her
soft eyes, easy manner, infectious smile
leans over for a hug i cannot resist
warm and trusting
peace engulfing
something is wrong
she's laughing at me
i need a belt