Diagnosis
The doctor confirms it is run of the mill. The fix, a single injection, and to move as far away as I can. Since no follow-up is necessary, I leave that very night. At the apartment, I pack a bag of only essentials. Everything else I own, I burn, shred, or dump. In the airport, I revel in a cacophony of flight announcements and fellow redeye travellers rushing to their flights. When an open-mouthed cough sounds in the cabin, I frown but do not flinch. In my new kitchen, I enjoy a quick lunch of sashimi salad. As I dine by the window, sunlight bathes my face and arms. Post-meal, I remember to take a colourful assortment of macarons. As I do the dishes, summer breeze lifts my hair of consistent length. Inspiration strikes, and I stop to note lines in my leatherbound notebook. When I settle on my couch, I do not write this poem.
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