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 the 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.