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.
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