Japan makes a new island from an undersea volcano. The volcanologist says people didn’t pay attention until it rose out of the water, though she’s smelled sulfur for months. Now the volcano bubbles above the surface, attracting real estate scarcity jokes. The jokers hear the volcanologist, watch the live entertainment off the coast. Her ash gray hair plumes. Her midsection bulges. She ejects molten resentment. She drips, she drip-dries. This is how the inside comes out. This is how the volcanologist gets on the news for a few days in October. This is how she becomes visible and invisible again.