The story is simple enough. She moves to New York for Art. She is young. She isn't beautiful, but she has a nice ass. She attends graduate school. She eats cheese in white-walled galleries and jokes often with her friends about how stealing catered food will keep them full. This is a lie. She is hungry in almost every respect but has no problem actually keeping food in her belly. When she's not in class, her time is empty. She goes to readings and talks about Art. It is not uncommon for her to make friends by sleeping with them first. She shares her bed with boys who are not beautiful but who she believes have beautiful thoughts. She tells them they are not allowed to stay the night but then gifts them other intimacies instead. [...] She thinks of herself as one of the selected few. [...] She criticizes an ignorant majority jostling for popularity and normalcy. She reveres Form. [...] she watches her friends steal car keys from a fancy apartment where a reading is being held because they think the host is rich. Her friends think rich people shouldn't be poets. At this point, she comes clean about the fact that she has rich parents.