my overalls don't sag
they hang a bit
they hover an inch or two over my skin
structures form in mid air from their thick denim
and their legs are rolled to expose the white underside of their flesh

you may notice how i use the pronoun they
because my overalls don't have a gender
they landed in the arms of galactic painters
from the cosmos
crafted with the purest intentions
by aliens
who decorated them with buttons and straps

now i wear them with so much dignity
and they wear me with nonchalance