Endocrinology
I have waited so long for this.
some would say years
I say a lifetime
I hold the vial in my hands, admire the glass
the heat of my palm dissipates the cold of the bottle
I almost feel bad
the vial is small
maybe half my index finger
holds 200 mg of store-bought masculinity
maybe $40
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the molecular structure of my joy
I waited a lifetime for this
my lifeblood, my safety, my happiness
all that & more condensed in a tiny bottle
who knew that I would go through so much for this?
who knew what I would give up for this?
I had a dream the other night:
I no longer had to wait; it was all right in front of me
right there right there right there right
I woke up to the sight of a familiar stranger’s face in the mirror
and I was too exhausted to cry.
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