Tonight's Poet Corner: My Denim Girl
My Denim Girl by Belinda Roddie She wears jeans for every occasion: for dances and weddings and birthday parties. I try to convince her otherwise, but she's in love with the Denim God, so I guess I gotta appease the deity somehow! When I proposed, she had denim capris on. When we married, she wanted to wear a ribbed vest of muted ocean blue. Now I watch specials on Netflix with her, and her comfy pants aren't softer than warped cotton, lemme tell you that right now. But God help me, I love her for it: for when I take her out for drinks, her Canadian tuxedo is the best. And as we feed the jukebox with copper and nickel candy, she spins me around in a bar that embraces her aesthetic. So I'll cave, what the hell: She deserves it, and I myself am partial to corduroy myself.