when it first happened
dad wasn’t really that blind.
what he saw were (in his words)
“black columns” on both sides
of his vision. each day
they encroached further
towards the center
of his blue eyes like curtains
across stained-glass.
the day he lost his sight completely
we ate chocolate cake.
dad thought it would
be funny. then long strings
of tears rushed down
his cheeks. dad
cried through the night.
his eyes were worthless
except for that.
D.C. Porder studies writing at The New School. Read more at www.dcporder.blogspot.com.
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