Written: half-heartedly, after trying & failing on a few other ideas
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Inspired by: LoFi Beats playlist on Spotify
Every time she moves the plastic beach chair squawks beneath her and grains of sand grind between her butt cheeks, covered by $130 worth of high-waisted nylon and a coat of sunscreen that missed the now-crispy skin in her hip crease. A hardback novel lays abandoned beside her as she tilts the screen up and her chin down, not breathing she takes her forty-fifth and final photo, certain that one will be worthy of a post. She closes her eyes and tells herself she is not too hot as sweat gathers in the shallow pools of her elbows and drains down onto her thighs, tells herself, “I deserve this.”