Dorothea Lasky delivers just about everything you need in a modern poet: She laughs easily and at inopportune times, she owns an impressive collection of interesting glasses, and her poetry is fucking incredible. Lasky’s poems shift between funny, biting, and weird, but they always reveal something from deep inside her internal life. These personal admissions often expand to embrace the universal. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I was Jesus or something,” Lasky admits in “I Like Weird Ass Hippies,” and if you said you didn’t feel that way, too, sometimes, you’d be lying. (ACT Theatre, 700 Union St,, 7:30 pm, $15–$50)