[Then there is this dream with its other bright edges]
Then there is this dream with its other bright edges,
a piece of paper spread over the flowering field,
thin as a reflection. You know what’s wound
tight there, wanting to undo.
Even when you don’t look, it is still there,
all brazen and sting, all blast-net of stars:
a single-walled room that is eating itself,
one big hole of hallway,
pale and crustacean. And inside it,
the milk-film bristles with light. Inside,
you keep filling with water,
and the water keeps filling with copies of you.
Niina Pollari wrote two chapbooks of poetry, Fabulous Essential (Birds of Lace 2009) and Book Four (Hyacinth Girl 2011). With Judy Berman, she is editing the essay collection It’s Complicated: Feminists Write about the Misogynist Art We Love.