in these days of "OK google, spoonfeed me all the answers" and "Alexa, what is a book?" I feel lucky to read one of the poems and scan the contents of the New Yorker before the next issue arrives. And then I go back several weeks and read the fiction. Just got around to this one from April, it's a keeper...http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2017/04/10/northeast-regional