bad times - mo kenney   for you version

the jeans 

There was a defining moment, I remember it, a tense detante meeting of sorts. I was wearing my favorite of his jeans, the ones he left behind. I remember how my body felt at that moment, fatigued by what we had gone through. And incandescent with winning. 

I haven't put them on in years, wouldn't be able to fit my curves, no way. But I couldnt bring myself to give them away. They are a uniform I wore to war once, kept at the back of a storage closet. Lately, I could feel my ass wanting them back on. Feel my skin wanting to pull them along my thighs, how it felt to don them, jiggle hop in and button. I didn't think they'd fit. But my body knows things. I'm learning to listen to it again. My body has a lot to say.