half-ass justification

There's something about half-ass
that just fits my aesthetic. It's
a very particular and demanding standard,
I do a half-ass job even if I forget
and have to do it twice, to undo part.
It leaves something to the imagination,
something to be desired: a completed job

You can kind of see where I'm going with it,
and
a sort of wistful, melancholy sense I'll never
get there, but

I know exactly what I'm doing. I do not wish
to insult the intelligence of everyone, they
do not need me to dot every eye - those are not
my pupils, I trust they see the point

for themselves. It's the unresolved tension,
the suspense, the hovering above and beyond
closure - there's a certain frisson and
undoneness to it, which I value.

I keep the other half within me
at all times, as I go forth
in whole-hearted half-assery,

otherwise, I could easily have
to make fun of myself
or something.