Maxine’s body fought a war
with her clothing.
Her breasts shook 
to upset their carriage,
hips spread 
to unstitch her jeans. 
We watched day after day
the weakening hems, 
praying for the body,
the body, the body…
It was against reason,
but seemed so possible,
a loud tear, a sudden victory, 
her clothes unseamed,
their border overrun.

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