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Dressed all in grays

By J.P.R. (Blogspot)

From my head to my toes, from hats to my shoes
I’ve got a closet full of black and blue hues.

And with a small assortment of some colorful frays
Isn’t it strange I still have some days
where I somehow end up dressed all in grays—
Is this my subconscious with something to say?

Come hither heather
through the layers of fog & ash
while clouds pewter & pebble
with each charcoaled shadow’s overpass
as graphite slates unto an anchored mass.

Who will next join me on a potentially romantic journey
as I lay here pondering on Cupid’s gurney—
Do I really have any real romantic inclinations
or is my life just riddled with social replication?


I’ve had many different relationships I’ve sort of explored
but for most I’ve failed to pull the ripcord of “what more?”




Published by aaaliteraryjournal

A literary journal dedicated to Asexual, Aromantic, and Agender storytelling, through poetry, essays, fiction, creative nonfiction, etc. We will publish on our page when submissions are open. You may now also follow us on Twitter at @AaaLiterary.

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