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