The Fashion Zebra

The Fashion Zebra I am a flake. That is the term for people that do not follow through. It may not be fair. I have spent my whole life avoiding the title. I crossed every tee, dotted all the eyes… and followed rules real, and make believe… Now. It no longer matters. I am exactly what you see. I write about the weather, cooking mushrooms in broth, the underwater zoo in Williams, along with other various, worthy subjects of interest to no one. I carry a phone and often use it as a coaster. It brings me messages once or twice a month and does not honestly believe me, when I say, “your fired”. Alas, I still have a landline, to find it, when I am yet, desperate for its call. I wear pj’s to the market, my bathing suit to the post box. I paint murals and laugh at the way leaves fall from trees, in patterns. I am not longing to grow up, get married, have kids, nor put things into order. I want to splash in pools, taste ice-cream made from green tea and hunt for spiders. The world is no longer full of boundaries to be broken, They have been erased. Completely. I am free.