sad as a hippo.

what is in a life that death does not provide anyway?

boy.

I love you, kecil. I really do.

Like Crazy

I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it,
but I didn't, not really.

Only the smudgeness of it, the pink-slippered,
all containered, semi-precious eagerness of it.

I didn't realize it would sometimes be more than whole,
that wholeness was a rather 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.