I took your hand off

And a foot in a door

A door stop, and an ocean

In a winter in February.

I got that whole remembrance

And put it in my pocket.

I took my pocket

And I put it ‘round your hand.

Then I took your hand

And sewn it to that foot,

And foot your hand

Through my fire pocket,

That ocean’s red sand.

Now I’ve got that thing

That’s 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 the sand chaffed me raw,

And the salt in my gums,

The seam of your foot-hand molded and dripped

All over me and I

Loved it. I open my mouth for it

Everyday.