In St. Lucia there is an island that has an active volcano.
And it's actually an actual legit place--
you can look it up.
And it's partially one of the islands
where I spent my honeymoon.
And you can drive to it.
That was the namesake of my second collection,
At the Drive-In Volcano.
At the drive-in volcano, I am a very different wife.
Sulfur and ash fill my nose until both nostrils are beige,
my hands hot and webbed with steam.
My new husband urges me closer to the center
of the steaming caldera for a picture
until I am up, up against the rail.
Our guide tells us of a rasta man
who once fell in and survived.
His entire body turned smooth as a candle.
Come with me, Husband.
Put down your backpack, your camera--
let us be remarried in fire.
One by one the stars go out, but even in this darkness,
there is so much light.