I made a transfeminine version of the original manuscript :)

Wedding invitation from a dream

I promise when I lift your egg from the water with my special spoon, carry it to a cup as if it were a bald man whistling steam to a tune he had just made up; when I take my green handled egg-knife to whip off the top and inside it is more than yellow, like a laugh about to happen, or butter pushed into light; when you dunk gorgeously in, softly exploding the yolk like a new idea finding one coloured term for its articulation; when the little promise of the egg, contained inside from the moment it was laid, is broken by your tongue, then, like love, it is remade, I promise.

Under A Consumed Sanctuary

From the article, Why Does Everything Make Me Cry?