Mary Nagy Poems

So many men won't do it.
They have to hide their head.
If they must go...please let God know
he'd like to be struck dead.
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It's time to take the garbage out
to pile beside the street.
It symbolizes what we've done
for people we won't meet.
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Why are you so kind
to me?
I doubt I'm deserving
of such kindness.
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It's silent
except for the buzzing
of the flourescent lights
in this deserted classroom.
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The celebration ended
as we dragged ourselves to bed.
My heart is brimming over
with the words that he just said.
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They said you needed surgery.
You said ''There's business I must do.''
I drove you to the funeral home.
The arrangements were for you.
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Some people love the drama
they need it like it's air.
What do they get from all the stress
they feel...or don't they care?
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My friends don't even know me.
They really have no clue.
I don't say I write poetry.
Is it the same for you?
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Life seems so much easier
in the musicals.
Pain just seems so much more
pleasant
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My dad had been sober for almost 2 years.
(that was his longest sobriety of my life)
My brother was gone to a friends house for the night
and my dad knew I was bored.
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