By Jessica Lentz
Slouching, her flesh dangerously spilling
from her lacey corset, she erupts
like a volcano
into a fit of laughter.
Unforgiving, her head tilted back,
she draws people’s attention
calling forth irritation, but also
hypnosis
as if each gurgling exhale
carried with it the risk
of hot burning fire balls
being hurled at them
in the form of spittle or a raging comment.
To some, her presence fills the room
like thick dark clouds
suffocating them –
but there is beauty in the way
she burns and burns
like the only real fire you’ve ever seen.
After the eruption, ashes descend
almost like snowflakes, sparkling
all around her.
Unpredictable,
she rises from the ground, stretching
into space,
the entirety of Creation
contained
in the sound of her laughter.