I took your hand off

Here, a foot in a door,

A doorstop, and an ocean

In a winter in February.

I took that whole remembrance

And I put it in my pocket.

Then I took my pocket

And put it ‘round your hand.

Then I got your hand,

And sewn it to your foot,

And foot your hand

Through my fire pocket,

That ocean’s red sand.

Now I’ve got this thing

Half foot, half hand,

Wrapped in a pocket

In a bottle

In the sand.

I rubbed it on my body

‘Cause I knew you were away,

And it sanded me down

And it slaked in my gums,

The seam of your foot-hand burned and dripped

All over me and I

Loved it. I open my mouth for it

Every day.

Foot Hand Fire Pocket Ocean Water Sand