I was checking out Poetry Magazine and found a couple I liked:
Tender by Randall Mann
There was a time
we had functional alignment.
I was your individual
contributor, you my associate
director. On Monday
I said Happy Monday,
rolling my rimshot grin.
by cool molecules,
like cattle, I battled biosimilars,
sipped local gin;
I tried my luck at affairs
and trade fairs,
optimistic as a fantasy
suite. I inked the deal,
the ink slick
Something was always gated
on a fragile something.
on the critical path.
The whiteboard, cruel
as conceptual math,
like a disease.
Some of those days,
our parent showed up,
bespoke shoes bearing Leckerli.
I felt like a starlet
on a cruisy backlot,
an outpost of opportunity.
I took on a new role,
went through the motions
and the typing pool.
But the bonus was no bonus,
any more than the bay.
Like tender, it started to fray...
Bible Study by Tony Hoagland
Who would have imagined that I would have to go
a million miles away from the place where I was born
to find people who would love me?
And that I would go that distance and that I would find those people?
Who knows, this might be the last good night of summer.
My broken nose is forming an idea of what’s for supper.
Hard to believe that death is just around the corner.
What kind of idiot would think he even had a destiny?
I was on the road for so long by myself,
I took to reading motel Bibles just for company.
Lying on the chintz bedspread before going to sleep,
still feeling the motion of the car inside my body,
I thought some wrongness in my self had made me that alone.
And God said, You are worth more to me
than one hundred sparrows.
And when I read that, I wept.
And God said, Whom have I blessed more than I have blessed you?
And I looked at the mini bar
and the bad abstract hotel art on the wall
and the dark TV set watching like a deacon.
And God said, Survive. And carry my perfume among the perishing.