Flattening the Curve
I ordered
Flat bread
For a week.
I ate it
In my flat
By myself.
For one moment,
I was healed,
I was free.
Not enough.
I ran out,
And remain
Flattered
By the likes
Of many
I’ll need
Another
Month's supply
To flatten
Myself
All over
Again.
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