LIGHT BEING LIGHT

Charlotte Ungar

As in
I enter
as in
I enter
so I
enter
pigment
and the
pigments
hit the
wall—
a pulp-fed
bloom of
principle
colors
the fields
fertilized
with weddings
the sky
the color
of overripe
plums
teenagers
split in
half by
wheat stalks
distances
ran into
the road
throat of
our throats,
the stream
of it
the high
school where
I looked
like snowfall
in love
with the
first light
gone of
my life
So awed
of what
length might
go
a shape
brighter than
transparent
I was
crystals 
I was countless
catching cloud
to earth
whatever’s gone,
to our
bodies alive
my heart
full with
a new
species of
spaciousness
I want
to believe
we can
remain resting
on nothing
I gather
all the
remaining I
can
the moon
cooling an
instant’s collapse
ducks bronze
and diving
into the
plunge
the parking
lot lobby
bipolar
maple, tar,
condoms, torn
nothing more
intimate than
the silence
of the
half-dressed
I always
wanted to
be the
girl who
was a
girl

Charlotte Ungar is an undergraduate student at the University of Connecticut, where she studies English and creative writing.