"If I should say less, would that leave you wanting more?" "Is that what you learned against your parents' door?" A child of white noise and mirrors painted over We fucked up when we collared our old lives It's hard to swallow all the bloodlust A door forced open, like teeth to tile A tempest "Did you guess we'd tear one another to shreds? Is that why you spend your time tearing up your skin instead?" "You thought me gleaming, a flash behind your eyes. I think it fair that I deny myself that pride." I am playing out an old dream A row of egrets; your father spoke of sympathy A bird leans in close, it whispers something Of scarcely tempered rage. I speak it back to you You're silent In the backseat, both our first and last times I didn't mean to make our bed But God, I feel cold as I lie in it