displeased with my tenderness and upset with the mess from my heart that lies quivering on the plate in a pool of yellow ooze

lover

the curtains are drawn but the window is still ajar

lets the moonlight (milk-white) drip in

i. the invitation

An invitation to a dinner party

Eggshell paper, finely cut

There is nothing I am less sure of

than if I am a girl

I am shouldering a pervert