crumbling

she's quiet, folded up inside of herself
but when she laughs, her skin crumbles her eyes explode
and fire dances in her bones

if only she would laugh more often
little lady of the streets with denim skirt and frizzy hair
but so often she just sits and stares

if only we could buy laughter in a box
for medicinal purposes only
(but then perhaps it would be cheapened?)

still i can't help but think it would be best
if we all crumbled
a little more often