I Think I Can Get Into These Jeans

I think I can get into these jeans, Deloris said. She wiggles and giggles and lies back on the bed. The jeans are stretched as far as jeans ever go. I wonder if they’ll split, they are crying out “whoa!” I know I can do this, she argues, moving her fat. I wore them a month ago, she says to her cat. The cat rolls his eyes and goes off to catch mice. Deloris fails to get into these jeans more than thrice.