The Uptake

Make the weekend a boozy one, that’s what the hub of things
in the inbox tells me, and I want to be compliant,
but I need to stock my pantry and my resume at the same time,
this is a moment to be responsible, all to myself,
although I’m using the mail to save the mail like a good
American, this pandemic has me feeling local

Spring is breaking out, winter is breaking down, in theory,
I’m in the fight of my life once again, the fight
to get into office, and I’m losing in the polls I commission,
managers aren’t committed yet and bosses are opposed,
let me try and handle this all remotely, or try
to look busy over the shoulder of the unemployment office

Via transportation I can’t take, there are jobs that await me,
messages of proposals to offer come through
everybody wants my surplus value, and then some,
I tell myself in the mirror, while wearing a suit and drinking,
no need to make the weekend a boozy one,
I wine-stained this free time before advertisers made it cool

Inch in Stone

Worries about my earthquake response mount,
the big one is coming, even though enough seems shaken
and disturbed, my mother tongue is tied,
there’s new games in town, and representation is lacking

It’s been a long time already since the last one,
I want to be prepared when for leaving the disaster zone
and make the most of the refugee camp,
finding former lovers and not just compliance professionals

In the meantime, I’m dressing myself in wishbones
for a new superstition, spring semester after spring semester
passes me by, there are highlights
with more to come, none of which ever auto-transfers

© Ben Nardolilli 2020

Ben Nardolilli currently lives in New York City. His work has appeared in Perigee Magazine, Red Fez, Danse Macabre, The 22 Magazine, Quail Bell Magazine, Elimae, The Northampton Review, Local Train Magazine, The Minetta Review, and Yes Poetry. He blogs at and is trying to publish his novels.