Grains in My Pockets

November.

Found some in my shoe.

A little dune inside a jacket I forgot I wore with you.

The vacuum's given up.

So have I. It's structural now.

SAND IN

EVERYTHING! It's never leaving!

(aaargh) SAND IN

EVERYTHING! Neither am I!

One grain fell out of a book last night,

from the page where we stopped reading.

I put it back.

I put it back in the book.

SAND

IN EVERYTHING!

It's never leaving!

They say every beach

is

just mountains, given time.

My apartment's becoming a beach.

Give it time. Give it time. (mmm)