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