Ode to My Lululemons

 

You reek of performance

86 percent nylon, 14 percent lycra.

My $98 transports me

to an athleisure world

of no judgment.

Your preshrunk stretch forms to my legs

more flattering than comfy blue jeans.

You never bag, your fabric

wicks away moisture.

You transform my midlife

aches & pains, wrinkles & veins

to chic strength, execution.

I long for your socially acceptable

second skin to lift me, trick me

into my best self.

I hear “Pick me!” from my drawer,

for you are sure, no-fail wear

for grayest, sunniest of days.

Lulus sing of freedom

early peoples knew well

wearing nothing but loincloth.

I’m pretty sure experts

are busy designing elder-leisure

Lulus for octogenarians. 

Sign me up.

 

June 26, 2021