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[Events]
Format: Layer, Start, End, Style, Name, MarginL, MarginR, MarginV, Effect, Text
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I see the moon
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,the moon sees me
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,the moon sees somebody
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,that I don't see
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,God bless the moon
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and God bless me
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and God bless the somebody \Nthat I don't see
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,If I get to heaven
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,before you do
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I'll make a hole
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and pull you through
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and I'll write your name
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,on every star
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and that way the world
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,won't seem so far
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The astronaut will not be at work today.\NHe has called in sick.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He has turned off his cell phone,\Nhis laptop, his pager, his alarm clock.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,There is a fat yellow cat asleep on his couch,\Nraindrops against the window
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and not even the hint coffee\Nin the kitchen air.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Everybody is in a tizzy.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The engineers on the fifteenth floor have\Nstopped working on their particle machine.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The anti-gravity room is leaking,\Nand even the freckled kid with glasses,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,whose only job it is to take out the trash\Nis nervous, fumbles the bag,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,spills the banana peel and a paper cup.\NNobody notices.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,They are too busy re-calculating\Nwhat this will mean for lost time.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,How many galaxies\Nare we losing per second?
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,How long before the next rocket\Ncan be launched?
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Somewhere an electron\Nflies off its energy cloud.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,A black hole has erupted.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,A mother finishes setting\Nthe table for dinner.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,A "Law and Order" marathon is starting.\NThe astronaut is asleep.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He has forgotten to turn off his watch\Nwhich ticks like a metal pulse
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,against his wrist.\NHe does not hear it.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He dreams of coral reefs and plankton.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,His fingers find the pillow cases,\Nsailing masts.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He turns on his side, opens his eyes once.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He thinks that scuba divers must have\Nthe most wonderful job in the world,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,so much water to glide through.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Thank you.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,When I was little,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I could not understand the concept\Nthat you could only live one life.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And I don't mean this metaphorically --
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I mean I literally thought\Nthat I was going to get to do
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,everything there was to do\Nand be everything there was to be.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It was only a matter of time.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And there was no limitation
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,based on age or gender or race\Nor even appropriate time period.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I was sure that I was\Nactually going to experience
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,what it felt like to be a leader\Nof the civil rights movement,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,or a ten-year-old boy living on a farm\Nduring the dust bowl.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,or an emperor\Nof the Tang dynasty in China.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,My mom says that when people asked me\Nwhat I wanted to be when I grew up,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,my typical response was\Nprincess, ballerina, astronaut,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and what she doesn't understand is that
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I wasn't trying to invent\Nsome combined super-profession.\N
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I was listing things I thought\NI was going to get to be,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,a princess and a ballerina\Nand an astronaut.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And I'm pretty sure the list\Nprobably went on from there --
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I usually just got cut off.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It was never a question of if\NI was going to get to do something,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,so much as a question of when.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And I was sure\Nthat if I was going to do everything
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,that it probably meant\Nthat I had to move pretty quickly
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,because there was a lot of stuff \NI needed to do.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,So my life was constantly\Nin a state of rushing.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I was always scared\Nthat I was falling behind,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and since I grew up in New York City,\Nas far as I could tell,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,rushing was pretty normal.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,But as I grew up,\NI had this sinking realization
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,that I wasn't going to get to live\Nany more than one life.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I only knew what it felt like\Nto be a teenaged girl in New York City,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,not a teenage boy in New Zealand,\Nnot a prom queen in Kansas.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I only got to see through my lens,\Nand it was around this time
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I became obsessed with stories\Nbecause it was through stories
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,that I was able to see\Nthrough someone else's lens,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,however briefly or imperfectly.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And I started craving\Nhearing other people's experiences
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,because I was so jealous\Nthat there were entire lives
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,that I was never going to get to live
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and I wanted to hear about everything\Nthat I was missing.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And by the transitive property,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I realized that some people were never\Ngoing to get to experience
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,what it felt like to be a teenage girl\Nin New York City --
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,which meant that\Nthey weren't going to know
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,what the subway ride\Nafter your first kiss feels like
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,or how quiet it gets when it snows,\Nand I wanted them to know.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I wanted to tell them,\Nand this became the focus of my obsession.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I busied myself telling stories\Nand sharing stories and collecting them
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and it's not until recently that I realized\Nthat I can't always rush poetry.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,In April, the National Poetry Month,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,there's this challenge that many poets\Nin the poetry community participate in.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And it's called the 30/30 challenge.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And the idea is, you write a new poem
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,every single day\Nfor the entire month of April
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and last year,\NI tried it for the first time
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and was thrilled by the efficiency\Nat which I was able to produce poetry.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,But at the end of the month,\NI looked back at these 30 poems
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,that I had written and discovered that
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,they were all trying to tell\Nthe same story,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,it had just taken me 30 tries to figure out\Nthe way that it wanted to be told.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And I realized that\Nthis is probably true of other stories
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,on an even larger scale.\N
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I have stories\Nthat I have tried to tell for years,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,re-writing and re-writing,\Nconstantly searching for the right words.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,There's a French poet and essayist\Nby the name of Paul Valéry who said that
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,a poem is never finished,\Nit is only abandoned,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and this terrifies me because it implies
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,that I could keep re-editing\Nand re-writing forever
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and it's up to me to decide\Nwhen a poem's finished
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and when I can walk away from it.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And this goes directly against\Nmy very obsessive nature
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,to try to find the right answer\Nand the perfect words and the right form.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And I use poetry in my life
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,as a way to help me navigate\Nand work through things
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,but just because I end a poem\Ndoesn't mean that I've solved
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,what it was I was puzzling through.\N
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I like to re-visit old poetry\Nbecause it shows me exactly
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,where I was at that moment.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,What it was I was trying to navigate\Nand the words that I chose to help me.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Now I have a story
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,that I've been stumbling over\Nfor years and years,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and I'm not sure if I've found\Nthe perfect form,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,or whether this is just one attempt,\Nand I will try to re-write it later
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,in search of a better way to tell it.\NBut I do know that later when I look back,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I will be able to know that\Nthis is where I was at this moment.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And this is what I was trying to navigate,\Nthese words, here in this room, with you.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,So, smile
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It didn't always work this way.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,There was a time\Nwhen you had to get your hands dirty.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,When you were in the dark for most of it,\Nfumbling was a given..
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,If you needed more contrast,\Nmore saturation,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,darker darks and brighter brights,\Nthey called it extended development.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Meant you spent longer inhaling chemicals.\NLonger up to your wrists.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It wasn't always easy.\NGrandpa Stuart was a navy photographer.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Young, red-faced with sleeves rolled up,\Nfists of fingers like fat rolls of coins,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,he looked like\NPopeye the Sailor Man, come to life.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Crooked smile, tuft of chest hair,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,he showed up to World War II\Nwith a smirk and a hobby.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,When they asked him\Nif he knew much about photography,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,he lied, learned to read Europe like a map
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,upside down,\Nfrom the height of a fighter plane,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,camera snapping, eyelids flapping,\Nthe darkest darks and brightest brights,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,he learned war\Nlike he could read his way home.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,When other men returned,\Nthey put their weapons out to rust,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,but he brought the lenses\Nand the cameras home with him,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,opened a shop,\Nturned it into a family affair.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,My father was born into this world,\Na black and white.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,His basketball hands\Nlearned the tiny clicks and slides
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,of lens into frame, film into camera,\Nchemical into plastic bin,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,his father knew the equipment\Nbut not the art.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He knew the darks but not the brights.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,My father learned the magic,\Nspent his time following light.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Once he traveled across the country\Nto follow a forest fire,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,hunted with his camera for a week.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Follow the light, he said.\NFollow the light.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,There are parts of me\NI only recognize from photographs:
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,the loft on Wooster Street\Nwith the creaky hallways,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,the 12-foot ceilings,\Nwhite walls and cold floors.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,This was my mother's home
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,before she was mother,\Nbefore she was wife, she was artist.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And the only two rooms in the house
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,with the walls that reached\Nall the way up to the ceiling
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and doors that opened and closed\Nwere the bathroom and the darkroom.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The darkroom she built herself\Nwith custom-made stainless steel sinks,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,an 8x10 bed enlarger that moved\Nup and down by a giant hand crank.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,A bank of color balanced lights,\Na white glass wall for viewing prints,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,a drying rack\Nthat moved in and out from the wall.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,My mother built herself a dark room.\NMade it her home.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Fell in love with a man\Nwith basketball hands,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,with the way he looked at light.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,They got married, had a baby,\Nmoved to a house near a park
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,but they kept the loft on Wooster Street\Nfor birthday parties and treasure hunts.\N
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The baby tipped the gray scale,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,filled her parents' photo albums\Nwith red balloons and yellow icing.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The baby grew into a girl without freckles,\Nwith a crooked smile,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,who didn't understand why her friends\Ndid not have dark rooms in their houses,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,who never saw her parents kiss.\NWho never saw them hold hands.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,But one day another baby showed up,\Nthis one with perfect, straight hair
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and bubble gum cheeks,\Nthey named him Sweet Potato
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and when he laughed,\Nhe laughed so loudly,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,he scared the pigeons on the fire escape.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And the four of them lived\Nin that house near the park:
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,the girl with no freckles,\Nthe Sweet Potato boy,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,the basketball father and darkroom mother.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And they lit their candles\Nand said their prayers
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and the corners of the photographs curled.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,One day, some towers fell\Nand the house near the park
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,became a house under ash,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,so they escaped in backpacks,\Non bicycles to dark rooms,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,but the loft on Wooster Street
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,was built for an artist,\Nnot a family of pigeons
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and walls that do not reach the ceiling\Ndo not hold in the yelling
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and the man with the basketball hands\Nput his weapons out to rust.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He could not fight this war\Nand no maps pointed home.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,His hands no longer fit his camera.\NNo longer fit his wife's.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,No longer fit his body.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Sweet potato boy mashed his fists\Ninto his mouth
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,until he had nothing more to say.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,So this girl without freckles\Nwent treasure hunting on her own.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And on Wooster Street,\Nin the building with the creaky hallways
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and the loft with the 12-foot ceilings\Nand the darkroom with too many sinks,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,under the color balanced lights,\Nshe found a note,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,tacked to the wall with a thumbtack,\Nleft over from a time before towers,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,from a time before babies,\Nand the note said,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,a guy sure loves a girl\Nwho works in the dark.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It was a year before\Nmy father picked up a camera again.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,His first time out,\Nhe followed the Christmas lights,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,dotting their way\Nthrough New York City's trees.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Tiny dots of light blinking out at him\Nfrom out of the darkest darks.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,A year later he traveled\Nacross the country
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,to follow a forest fire,\Nstayed for a week
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,hunting it with his camera.\NIt was ravaging the west coast,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,eating 18-wheeler trucks in its stride.\NOn the other side of the country,
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I went to class and wrote a poem\Nin the margins of the notebook.