victoria

Semaglutide and I,

swapping and spinning and spitting

he fucks me weekly,

little needle; lots of liquid,

how many? how many pounds

until

until

until

success?

until

I can strut down the runway in heavy wings?

I will proceed, I will proceed

with

this secret ritual, this dance, this deal,

and you

and you can shame me,

and call me a bad feminist,

and call me unholy,

and say I hate myself,

and tell me my body will be cursed

until the day I die,

but have you known the hunger?

but have you been a girl?

but have you been a girl no one loves?

have you been hidden,

have you hidden

your own body from yourself for so many years

that you can no longer see --

the angel.

So thank you Novo Nordisk.

I’ll see you in hell.