Alchemisland

Ungainly, unshaven, graceless

Yet the way she used to be is kept

The body remembers like the way you can see

The sugary glaze of unbeatable obesity

Behind Ozempic changes

Behind unkemptness, old ways embers in waiting

Hoping to be reblazed.

Old hers in hidden storage

Sealed doors, hiding the source of whirring noises

Previous versions only a like-minded forager could find.

Never to be seen, behind an advent calendar’s unopened doors,

Whose child owner sadly passed before the first.