recently I signed a contract / which stipulates anything / I conceive of as a result / of the job belongs to the job
When I got up before anyone else / I took the heavy clams from the fridge / and put them in a bowl of cool water.
Niina Pollari reads the title poem from her new collection published by Soft Skull Press
When I got better I ate / attention, the praise for being alive. There is no praise now. A needle, / a sharp’s box, yellow asking me to slow down.
everything shifts as she twists and spins her hair, lifting it to chignon. / So self-assured, as if the gesture were always hers
your lonely ain’t alone if it’s waiting for him
at night, when i’m outside and / the wind shakes the chimes,
it sounds like the bell
Everything is an elegy these days, all chipped rings, / clipped wings.