The girl who grew tired of books and movies entitled 'the girl who...'

There I am, the girl who poses for photos on astroturf lawns in front of model houses. The girl who frequents them, sits in their chairs and lays in their beds. The girl who switches out their perfect family photos with photos of perfect people who inhabit Las Vegas, but happen to live in tunnels, under highways and on the streets. The girl who poses with dream catchers and cell phone towers who pretend to be trees, hoping that the very next quantum leap will be her last. That this might be the photo that finally says it, though she's not sure if she needs it to explain something to her, or if it needs to explain something to everyone else for it to be the last leap. The leap home, out of this perfectly ordered model home with all the things. All the damn things.