like crazy | anna

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.