The slight descriptions, the ones you almost skim over, are what make this what it is.
"a fatigued hermit knowledgeable in analytic parodies"
"one delicious skeletal egg roll of a treat"
I'm happy, I've got a new favorite poet! Tell me...how do you do it?

So sad, and so truthful. I know just how you feel, and if you ever want to talk, i'm here.
it's a wonderful, heartbreaking poem.

Wow. This is absolutely amazing. I love how you jump from asking questions to developing her character, then back again. A very mysterious, powerful way to write. There are subtleties in every passage that are small yet impossible to miss. I especially like the line *She is a homebody trapped in paper thick skin rendered even paler from the darkness which brings the blue translucency of wrists out in the light.* That really struck me. It's as if I know this girl now.

Again, WOW. This goes onto my favorites list.

This is great! It's odd, but in a strange way the "her" of the poem sounds like me.