Kristin Hersh Sand
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
