I laugh at my vanity--
At my shadow.
I laugh at my manners--
And gestures--
And ***** ups--
If there was such a thing.
I laugh at the uncomfortable
the aggressive and the shy.

I laugh when my fears Eco off the walls.

and when it becomes oppressive
as if it desired to crush me
Into pieces of soot, and my eyes turn into old lens,
Blurring my vision from what's outside--

I laugh.