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FEBRUARY 20

Dear Sarah,

The reading went fabulously—full of loved ones. I have connected with some other poets and they say they want me to come to Brooklyn to do a reading. Maybe you could come to one! (Some of the other poems were a little deliberately and finicky opaque . . .)

The next day I went to Louise [Glück]’s house and we hashed over some editing I did and some new work. It’s basically me shedding portention and allowing the poem to be a humbler thing than I wanted it to be, but still a thing that I can be proud of.

I’m exhausted from the chemo this week, and have spent lots of time fearing the upcoming scans. So many uncertainties. There’s talk of a stem cell transplant which would involve even more heinous levels of chemotherapeutic dosing than I’ve ever experienced. And then I could relapse within two months. I’m bitter, Sarah, I’m bitter and love the world and it won’t love me back.

Missing you,

Max