— the jean short:
the take two at a second kick through ghosts which haunt
uncomfortable inches above the knee.
The jean was never meant to reach such heights,
even hemmed the jean-short
frays, a disquiet with letting go is
more than a dabble with resurrection, this wariness
with factory cuts is for the thick-thighed
hellbent on slander towards hips.
Bust free from constraint, bold denim
unshackle and scream:
what can save us,
in a hell too damned hot
to suffer phantom limbs?