the fading memory of a one-eyed joker

the less I can remember about yesterday the more I’m able to able to enjoy the now

I lost my right eye in 1982

it happened a day before Easter when I was eight-years-old 

it was Holy Saturday 
for everyone else;
for me it  became 
my holey-eyeterday

~ you see what happened was 

there was this stick
that was just minding
its own business 
being a pretend wand
in the hands of 
a pretend wizard
named David 

and I ran right into it 

pupil first

the last thing I 
remember seeing
with my right eye
was David's face
as he was casting a spell
to kill an invisible orc

and then came

the indescribable pain
of my exploding lens

I passed out

when I woke up
about five minutes later
I was l sitting in 
my dad's chair
that he spent 
two hours a night
reading mystery novels in

I knew I must 
have been in 
bad shape if
they were letting 
me sit in that chair

I could only open my
left eye