Gali

I have never wanted

Something more than I do now

The problem is

I don't know what

I don't know what

I long for

What I reach for

It's like a dream

Blurry and unrecognizable

I want this thing

In the car

After dark

With the headlights shining

On the wet pavement

Like stars on the ground

I curl up in my seat

And the news is on

Voices fill the car

Not my own

Not my dads

I want that feeling

The thing in books

In movies

The fictional love

The one I dream about

The one that I see online

The one I read about

I want not just the butterflies

192o days

Until the next election

Each day a struggle

1920 days of living

In this place

How many laws and bills can be made

In this place

How many people can get hurt

How many people will cry

34

An even number

A prime number

2

17 times

I can't count it on one hand

Not on two

Not even with my toes

And with a list of 34 felonies

We still elect

Him

A convicted felon

My little sister 

Only 7 years old 

Innocent 

And yet strong willed 

She will grow up 

In this country 

With this president 

This person who calls himself