Sand - Kristin Hersh

race through the country

the perfect carnivore

pull over and stop to breathe

there’s grape jelly on your sleeve

you pick me up

i pull you down

down to the ground

make the most of daylight

a sun-drenched meadow by the dumpster

i came back high and hungover

from your flickering light

i hope you find your way home

to the country

the perfect manifested heaven

and stop to breathe

there’s an aching heart on your sleeve

you pick me up

i pull you down

down to the ground

your brain unbuckled:

luxurious

and softer than sand