meanswar

I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it, but I didn’t, not really. Only the smudginess of it; the pink-slippered, all-contained, semi-precious eagerness of it. I didn’t realise it would sometimes be more than whole, than 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.