Beautiful Monsters we are tangled, unwashed hairthat splays like tentacles across our bed,long, dark hair and eyelashes like curtains,long, beautiful hair and two eyes on two bodiesthat only watch each other in low lightsin shady bars, because our friendscan't see us like this.we are hand-holding under tables,stumbling through alleywaysinto apartments, with doors flung open and shut like our disbelieving eyeswhen our clothes come off and souls entwine.and when our screams subside, we aretwo bodies, one soul.we are liars when we sit alone on park benchesand watch sunsets from separate ends.they ask us "do you know each other?" a