The film starts with you lighting a cigarette.
The camera is focused
on your chipped nail polish,
which is either black or neon,
so the audience can determine
if you’re edgy or quirky.
Your future boyfriend asks you where you’re from.
You spin a globe, and point to a state that’s a lie.
He’s wrapped around your finger.
He’s in love with you because you’re complicated,
because you have a birthmark
the shape of a European country,
and he treats your mind like a map
that no GPS can figure out.
It’s the 21st century and
we romanticize everything you do.
We treat you like art, we try to find beauty
in women who are written to be confusing.
Men eat it up, and come back for seconds.
We’re on the edge of our seats.
You look at your boyfriend like he has stars in his eyes.
Your whole life is suddenly taking off,
and you’ve managed to fit all of your dreams
into a hiking backpack.
You board the plane,
and when the screen fades to black
you hope he remembers the way you kissed him.