I’ll host a pack of nesting beasts open and honest in my bed All arms and breath and swirling shores And opium eyelids drop Like curtain calls Mouths filled with grace, hands clenching flesh To feed you all my pain Skin breaks like lace, so bleached, in shreds Like seaweed drifting looms Translucent bones A draining bathtub A mirrorlike lake To wash our bodies To soil our face