I brush until I spit
Red. ****
Warfarin.

I need my blood thin
So it won't clot
In my
Titanium-granite heart
Valve.

It used to worry you
When we brushed
Together.

I always spat again
And replied

You should see me
Wipe...

She always reminded me
To take them.
Asked how many, if
I'd had a few beers.

Medicine is strange like
That, to a freshly single
Man; you never see
That she was

Your nurse
Until she's
Gone.