“It’s heroin music,” Sara croons, linking her fingers with his, sidling up against him. “Heroin music?” he asks, eyebrows raised. “Were they on heroin when they released this?” She laughs. “No – well, I don’t think so. It’s just so addictive.” She kisses his cheek. “Let me go ooooon! / like I blister in the sun / let me go ooooon!” Tightening her grip on his fingers, whispering. “Big Hands, I know you’re the one.” [Cornucopia.]
** Wait, before you leave: Sara never sleeps with Big Hands.
(illustration by Kim Sielbeck)