Pants

 

Who wears the pants

In this relationship of ours

I bet they sit and wonder

They know not that I

Do not wear pants

And these days we wear not too much

Of Anything

 

These things

That I

These word I write

Are just that:

Pants

I wish they were underwear

Closer to the skin

And not changed that often

For now

We just linger in our skin.