Monday mornings in an endless February

Dunking Biscoff cookies into my coffee,

Google-mapping an address:

3657 Broadway, Unit 4B
New York NY 10031

I am finally able to listen

to Young the Giant

and the Avett Brothers

without thinking of Biddy's.

After printing out poems,

I go to the hotels near the marina,

and slide pages under all the doors,

then I eat lunch, charging it to one of the rooms. 

I guess (I trust),

this is what battling cancer looks like, 

and my daughter just got braces,

and the US just bombed Iran.