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Babies, let me be I have a soft spot for your art You and you with shaved head, dreads Your stubble, your drugs and musings (you all let me draw on your skin) Babies, let me be I can’t resist the iconography your obscure posters, your worthy projects. We’re all projectors, whirring tattoos and underground music We don’t know who we are but babies like you have helped me pretend (I've transcended my green card, my State Assisted upbringing) I am a young professional I have a tasteful Myspace p...

I bought the ticket anyway. I’ll find my friends in Philadelphia. There’s a trash bag full of dead dog and broken canvasses at the bottom of Lake Bradshaw. There are four roaches shoved behind the mirror of my music box on my dresser. I stopped wearing a bra. There is an unopened pack of birth control taped to the base of my nightstand. I stopped painting landscapes of Charlesville. I don’t love my father. I have a tattoo on my hip that reads L’ENFANT SAUVAGE in capital letters. The man next...

You say I am not the one to blame. Google searches turn up the same and the same. They tell me what to feel in convenient acronyms: DSM-IV, PTSD (this is your diagnostic criteria here is who you are, After). Their small space makes me a freak of the freaks. Except you. Together we made the Diagnostic and Statistic Manual something for shrinks to beat off to at their desks. I held your face one night and whispered this in your ear: There is good in us and deep down We were always shining. We s...

FADE IN: EXT. WOODS -- NEW JERSEY -- NIGHT A scratched hand with red nail polish rests against a tree trunk. The hand slides from trunk and-- The female figure races through the woods. Blonde hair and robes float behind her as she scrambles over rocks and vines. HOP (V.O.) Once upon a time, in-- CROWD AND HOP (V.O.) A deep, dark rabbit hole... Suddenly, a loud-- BOOM. Overhead, through the leaves, red, white, and blue fireworks explode. TRIP stops and stares at the sky, entranced. She is 19,...

EXT. GEORGETOWN, GUYANA -- NIGHT Young bodies dance wildly to loud Calypso music underneath colorful lanterns and lights. Dancers wear colorful costumes and headdresses. One, MASH, dances, eyes closed, carefree. The rhythm becomes all encompassing. The dancers, music, and lights become a hectic blur. SMASH CUT TO: EXT. BEACH HOUSE BALCONY -- MORNING Mash, eyes still closed, serene. SENATOR CAIN (O.S.) Look at you. Mash's eyes flutter open. Reveal: Here is Mash -- a striking girl of about 17,...