From Under the Grey

I cheer weird

Arms, akimbo

Eyes, alight

Crazy-vocal vocal chords

People shush me

Wish to hush me

But they know who’s the go-to

When they wish for a true-blue friend

They know who to see

When, at the bottom of the deep blue sea

They need to believe again

Themselves, befriend

Inhibition-free, unapologetically

Cheerleader me

Neutrals

What the taupe has taken
We spend day after day examining
Seeking some rose-gold undertones
Finding only frayed edges
Tarnished brass rings
Muted seasonless neutrals, at best

Calling all consultants
Fashionistas and friends
Feel in our stead
Cheerlead our heads
Bring in the gloss
Repurpose the lost