Worn Out

You walk me up and down streets, staring through shop windows, strutting me through coffee shops for “just one more” pick me up, then leave me slumped in the corner while you try on more clothes. Finally, we end the day downtown – a couple of drinks with your girlfriends, first sipping mojitos, then sloshing spits of margarita on my front when you’ve had a little too much.

When you’re finally convinced that you’ve had enough of the day and you’re dying to slip into something more comfortable, we walk home. And I end up here – crumpled in a lump on the floor from one day’s wear and tear. Yes, I actually got a small rip on the seam of my back pocket when your unexpected boyfriend overstretched me, tugging us closer to him. You really should talk to him about getting so grabby in public.

Rumpled but relaxed on the carpet, I wait out the night of snoring. As the rising sun creeps up from behind the blinds, a sliver of light crawls across the floor to touch my ankle, making its way up my calf, warming my denim after a chilly night. I almost look enlivened as the blue brightens like new in the morning light.

You finally roll out of your room, one hand rubbing your eyes, the other resting on a hip I know and complement so much better than the sweat pants you are now privileging. Your eyes roll in my direction. You pick me up, shake me out, assess the tiny tear in the pocket’s seam that only you and I know exists.

Your pink, puffy lips turn up the corners.

Are you thinking of our little shared secret? Or your new boy toy who hangs on your hips almost more than I do.

You’ll see him again soon. Possibly today.

But, will I be there?

Am I good for another day?

You give my thigh a quick sniff, detecting a hint of margarita no doubt.

Your eyes first flick to the back closet hiding your washing machine, then to the clock across the room that’s ticking almost as loudly as the swishing of your blinking eyelashes. You inhale deeply, lick your thumb and rub the spot just above my knee.

Slipping me on one more time before you throw me in the machine for a thorough washing tonight, I hug your curves again, warming both of us on contact. Shaping the contours of your knees, thighs, and rear, your hand lovingly smooths over your butt. Showing off your best assets for another day.


4 Comments Add yours

  1. Ro says:

    I enjoyed the imagery and tone of this piece. It was a very creative angle.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Ama says:

      Thank you very much! I appreciate that you took the time to read and comment on my piece 🙂


  2. vkahleranderson says:

    Ooh, I really liked how you wore your jeans, on body mind and spirit! Wonderful use of imagination. Brava!! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Ama says:

      Thank you very much! I was having fun playing with perspective. 😁

      Liked by 1 person

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