Mingle

Tomorrow morning when I wake
it’ll be the nurse who’s crazy.
I’ll heave my body up
on its elbows and yell
in her ear, “It’s time for your pill.
Get dressed. Breakfast is ready

in the Day Room. Juice, rolls, bacon, eggs.
You’ll find a tray with your name on it,
faces you know, a chance for conversation.
Eat each meal at a different table.
Mingle. Before you can get out of here,
you have to love all the faces you hate.”

Nominated for Best of the Net and Pushcart Prizes, Donal Mahoney has had work published in a variety of publications in the Americas, Europe, Asia and Africa. Some of his work can be found here: http://eyeonlifemag.com/the-poetry-locksmith/donal-mahoney-poet.html.

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2 Responses to Mingle

  1. Lee says:

    Why did he leave off the last two verses?

  2. As far as I know, the poem has only two verses. At least that was the case when I wrote it.

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