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.
In college, I was talking with a friend and wondered, what happened to jumpsuits? I came up with a really specific idea of a white one-piece Adidas shell suit I wanted with gold three-stripes down the side. I searched for it and couldn’t find one, but I did end up finding what’s essentially a ski suit, which may be my favorite item of clothing. People were like, “Why did you buy that? It’s so ridiculous,” but when it got cold, I was cruising around in my one-piece jumpsuit like, yeah, I’m the one laughing now.