This latté cost more than these jeans
bought at the thrift store next door –
a balanced economy, declined and consumable.
But why declined? Weight loss? Lost firm cheeks
and rounded hips? Or joy in weight gained,
a plump September plum, a mended bum?
Now mine, decline stalled for a time.
Washed and let down, tight,
girdle-like, waist band low slung
my middle age spills over front and back
a lot of derrière hidden back there
by shirt tails draped appropriately.
As I sit, threads stretch and I grow
comfortable in this worn denim
skin, declining economically.