I want everything.
Not just the parts that are pretty,
the smooth bits, the calm and peaceful.
I want the cracks and crevices,
the storms and the darkness.
I want the imperfections, the repairs,
and the bits that don’t fit quite right.
I want the parts I know
and to know the parts I don’t.
There is no part that I would leave behind.
I want the whole beyond the sum of the parts.
I want what there is, what is there.
I want to offer in kind in exchange.
