Fresh and clean
to smell and feel
my favourite jeans
like second skin
but as i zip up
i feel a lump
a wad of fluff
a foreign feel
i pulled and fished
but there remained
fibres and particles
in the pocket deep
i pinch the bottom end
and pull from inside
\'til it\'s fully out
a white-washed tongue
letting the wind
take up in its wings
the remaining fluff
of what once was
my marks and grades
of a school year done
obliterated, disintegrated
into lumps of pocket fluff