"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-contained, 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."
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