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 the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea
Because it’s the halves that halve you in half
Didn’t know
Don’t know about the in-between bits
The gory bits of you
And gory bits of me