Angio Gram by Charles Potts
Cover drawing by Luis Garcia
2000, 24 pages
for Ann, February 11, 1998
The poet's heart can't help but be
A valentine this time of year
Or anytime someone you love
Is brought back from the brink of death.
My body's full of healing holes,
Where the doctors and the nurses
Needled their way in many cases
Directly to my heart,
High tech cupids, ancient bows
And arrow points of love,
Calming down and waking up
My newly broken heart.
Back home I curl up with Ann,
My best friend, wife and lover,
Inspired to take life simply
One breath at a time.
Dead Men Talking
for Ray Obermayr
Not quite done showering I come
Out of the bathroom with a towel
wrapped around me
To answer the front door bell.
Delivering a box of light bulbs and batteries
Is a man from my
Heart attack rehabilitation class.
We congratulate each other for being alive,
Talk about DJ who just drowned
In the mouth of the Columbia
Where the river meets the sea
DJ's boat was swamped by a sneaker wave
Leaving his wife, children, family and friends.
He said five of his WAHI classmates
Checked out this year.
1,000 WWII vets die every day
And won't get to see
The projected monument to their sacrifice.
My friend Ted in the apartment business
Survived the Bataan Death March
Clean his kitchen to the point of forgetfulness.