My Cranberry Red High-Waist Corduroy Flares

Let me tell you, they're marvelous.
They're my treasure
The fruits of searching for hours
Meandering through aisles
Sifting through racks upon racks—
That secondhand wonderland they call
Beretania Goodwill

Falling in love
With their perfect, narrow ridges
The musty smell of years gone by
The ghosts of some girl named
Bonnie or
Who left fingerprints on their zipper
Memories in their seams
Reflections in their buttons…

$6.99, and they’re mine.
In cranberry red
I am a vixen
A diva
A retro goddess

As I step onto the sidewalk
They hug my hips

And I'm sexy like 1976

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