Early the next morning—
after scrolling the internet
for internships and jobs for next year
after Mama and Mom
had gone to bed
and the three a.m. moon had glown
over the cold sparkling landscape—
Dolly crooning softly over my speakers
I clip an old desk light
onto my desk
where I’ve stacked several books
and placed a mug on top of them
to help balance my phone.
It’s a bootleg setup compared to Lyric’s
but it will work.
I check my teeth
and straighten the one clean shirt
I found in my closet
and take a deep breath.
You can do this.
I log in to BeautyStarz, navigate to my
empty home page
glancing at the thousands of followers
I’ve gained since being tagged
in all of Lyric’s content.
This will be my first post ever, so I hope
I do it right.
I turn off the music
center myself in the camera
then I hit:
