“I saw her wearing them, and she looked awful.”
Today, I ate a very sad coconut yoghurt with someone who enjoyed it.
Their spoon blob jiggled gloriously
Caught colorless in the confines of chapped lips
Dancing to the breathy story of how, just yesterday
A pair of trousers was shoplifted
Grey and texture-threaded in a tempting way.
I much prefer your pants (stained from bathtub bleach)
To these pants
To the story about them
To the person telling the story
To imagining yoghurt wearing said pants
To imagining yoghurt breath-twerking in said pants
So what I’m trying to say is that I miss your pants, which I don’t even like (much), and that I want us, or a suitable restaurant establishment, to make a better breakfast than this