All you need to know about me 
is I’ve broken three chairs in my life 
just by laughing in them. As in, 
splatted flat into sticks. Two more 
than could be considered mere chance. 
This amounts to portent, nay destiny. 
I am here to break chairs with my big laugh. 
Here to mar nice furniture in the name of play. 
I am here to keep guffawing even from the floor, 
having just busted my ass. I am here to milk the bit 
till everyone gasps and clutches their abs, too. 
All you need to know is once a friend 
read me so ruthlessly, startlingly true
that a bobby pin popped clean out 
of my ‘do and clinked on the floor, bright
and musical as the start of a giggle.