Concrete

Would it be weak
Were I to cry for the collective
The selves I’ve been
The chance, gone, to them each?

These wheels face West
The light-lit way, daily apparent
Yet my feet are only able to stay
Stumbling in concrete

Kept

I keep reaching out to air -the nothingness there

I keep pressing harder, and liking it

With tears brimming in my eyes, and, whatever hope looks like, in my heart

I keep thinking I’m not thinking small

I keep reading between the lines that were not there for me at all

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