a collection of poetry, 2018
ultraviolet
there is a light that never goes out
in my heart, my eyes, my lungs
my torso and all my limbs
it dims and grows brighter
all things lights should do
as my life goes on
on more than a few occasions the light has dimmed considerably
barely a spark
it was troubling
and i waited for it to go out
but it went on
like a caged bird singing
but when it shines
and oh how it shines
proudly
so blinding and shimmering
a dying star letting all its light out
like it had nothing to lose
i fear that, like a dying star, it too will
transform into a dark hole
swallowing the light
all light
but it won’t
it can’t
that’s just not how the lights are made
if it ever went out i would stop it
i would call an electrician maybe
and a doctor and a psychiatrist
the light is meant to stay on
that’s what it tells me at night
i wonder about the other lights
where they are
if they are
if they’re red like fire or blue like the sea or white like the sky on a perfect day
green like a perfectly manicured lawn
mine is ultraviolet
i can’t help but think it’s a reflection