This morning before work in a glass panneled conference room over looking Vienna,
I went down stairs to 1 Hr Merket and bought a croissant
folded over two halved slices of apricot.
This morning before work at a chemotherapy software company,
I went into the kitchen and made myself a cappuccino by pushing the button
that says, “cappuccino”.
This morning before gravimetrically weighing and compounding
cytotoxics and hydration infusions,
I took the U6 to Handelskai, and read East of Eden
the whole way without looking out the window.
This morning, before dressing,
I showered, using the bar of Aveda Rosemary Mint soap
that someone left in my bike basket in New York.
This morning, before showering,
I woke in a twin bed,
under a clouded sky,
in the top floor,
of the place that’s now