Although simple,
it’s hard to find a comfortable pair of jeans.
Stitched fabric, threaded and tucked denim,
with enough room to perfectly fit whatever I need.
Offbeat and relaxed.
There’s something nostalgic about good fitting jeans
the folds and creases,
bulges of the happiness you provide.
With ordinary jeans, I just can’t.
Although simple, I carry you with me everywhere I go.
Back right pocket—my identity, my currency,
my most important thing.
Stitched and kept close,
no matter how big the rip.
With ordinary jeans,
there just isn’t enough support.
Can’t With Jeans
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