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
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

I thought I understood it. But I didn’t. Only the smudgeness of it. The eagerness of it. The idea of it. Of you and me.

invierno:

“I thought I understood it, but I didn’t. Not really. Only the smudgeness of it, the eagerness of it, the idea of it. Of you and me.”