someday you will forget they were ever there
sometimes people will tell you your body isn’t
a marketplace of self-alteration
like they don’t brush their teeth, wear shape-up undies,
corsets, get pedicures, wash faces, take showers,
like they don’t alter the playpen of their bodies
everyday, someday you will forget you were ever born
forget this body wasn’t always your safe pace
someday you will forget your rebirth, claim your life
at the site of an Instagram sale,
tell doctors exactly where you need a release
from the flesh that bounds you, tell yourself everything
led to this, someday you’ll be too busy living
to exist in the past, someday you won’t need this poem