Been making salad all these homebound days –
tomato, lettuce, cucumber, and seeds,
balsamic-dressed, with grated cheese arrays,
and avocado (most my body needs).
But as this plague obnoxiously proceeds,
there had to come a day without the last.
Postponing unripe fruit for future feeds,
with thinner toss of lunch I broke my fast.


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