stand by your man

i can't find

the bag, or the receipt

to these

pants i bought yesterday.

they don't fit

like i thought they would.

i look

everywhere,

but no luck.

so i stuff them into

a plain white garbage bag

and head

out to the store.

credit card in hand.

i pray to the retail Gods

that they will

understand,

for after all, as Tammy

Wynette sang,

i'm just a man.