Like Crazy
I thought I understood it
That I could grasp it. But I didn’t,
not really.
The pink slippered, all containered, semi-precious eagerness of it.
I didn’t realize that it would sometimes be more than whole,
that the wholeness was rather a luxurious idea because
it’s the halves that halve you in half.
I didn’t know, don’t know
about the in between bits -
the gory bits of you
and the gory bits of me
