fRiNgE

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photography, Poetry

My favorite jeans to wear are my husband’s from high school. Since he’s 13 inches taller than me, and a seamstress I am not, I simply, simply cut many inches off the cuff and let the Fringy Fray Fall Where It May:

.

.

I’ve always been a fringe rider

not just like everyone else imbiber

.

It’s a hard drive

to balance

humility

with depression

and eagerness with

I’m not gonna please

ya just because

sorta stuff

I’ve always been

a fringe

rider

9076sd

A

not just like

everyone else

imbiber

… there are

daze

when I think about

buying a cookie-cutter.

(Shocking,

I

know.)

Then I trade my

high horse

for

a

drum.

.

.

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