A hole in the crotch. A stain on the leg. A breach in the knee. And ripped to shreds where pant meets ground. One of a kind by the unique damage done, one of a kind by many unlikely steps.
Pants change color in autumn despite a noble design dipped in dye and let to dry.
Forgivably temporary, to be replaced by another when the time comes, but not quite yet. Just one more day. I've been slaving away over this mixtape for no one in particular all night. My friends Billie Holiday and Charlie Parker keep me company whether it's Valentine's day or not. They show me love year around.