Poem Excluding Government
       

We empty an entire can of gold spray paint
onto each other. We want to feel rich.
Shine like birds caught in the afterglow
of fireworks. Something else happens
all the time. So we watch the seasons change.
We cross the bridge barefoot in the rain
until our throats become museums.
Museums of gumball trinkets swelling.
We want to feel clean. To understand
the foundations of sadness beginning
with the needs of children. Children who
pout the beautiful out of every single day.

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