Engrammatic Blot

“In the dream,

she
got on the bus
and left, not
looking out the window,

you
crossed the street
and disappeared
into the crowd, never
looking back”

I
tried to erase
this, but
it’s grown
a monstrous
smudge

Dad II

In the end –

your Sweet Baboo:

just a 2-dimensional comic strip;

the apple of your eye:

a worm-infested core;

your shining light:

a sputtering

redshift Doppler,

fading out

in your darkest hour.