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The Ground Left Me

January 19, 2010

by Brent Goodman

This morning I had a heart attack,
gurneyed pale and shirtless O2 mask
past my coworkers. I was crying
when I told you Something’s very wrong
and you squeezed both my numbing hands
before calling help. Inside MedFlight
the ground left me. Touching down Wausau
they thread the stent in 20 minutes
from groin to heart. You and my parents
hugging in my room. And I’m there too.


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Brent Goodman (blog) is the author of three poetry collections, most recently The Brother Swimming Beneath Me (Black Lawrence Press, 2009). His poems have appeared in Poetry, The Beloit Poetry Journal, Zone 3, Gulf Coast, Court Green, and elsewhere.

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  1. Ivy
    January 19, 2010 at 12:35 pm

    Whoah. This gets me, still.

  2. January 19, 2010 at 1:28 pm

    Your reading made me cry, Brent.

  3. January 20, 2010 at 7:41 am

    This is all the more poignant because my father died of a heart attack. Thank you for capturing the chaos of those moments and sharing them with us.

  4. January 20, 2010 at 7:46 pm

    Great poem, Brent. Very moving and captivating. Thanks for publishing it qarrtsiluni.

  5. May 4, 2011 at 1:15 am

    FTesOm kyussetuxvax

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