i think
why we lust after things
is to make us feel beautiful.
i think
the people who look
at pretty things
and get a tingle in their spines
and a shimmer in their eyes
long so badly
ache so achingly
to be a part of the richness of the world
held for the elite, the cream on top of the milk.

i want more than anything
to be beautiful
and a part of something.

i think i want the world.