the doll in my dream
is one of those old-fashioned plastic dolls
with arms and legs that move
but this doll has no arms
no head
as it runs, its naked torso
turns rhythmically from side to side
almost as if its body
were saying no
as it turns you can see into first one
armhole then the other
the doll is hollow, its chest
empty
armless, the doll
can’t push away
headless, it can’t
understand or strategise
lungless, mouthless
it can’t cry out
how easy to stoop and catch
a running doll, to make it
do what you want it to do
Tricia Dearborn’s work has been widely published in Australian literary journals including Meanjin, Southerly, Island Magazine and Westerly, as well as in the UK, the US, New Zealand and Ireland. Her work is represented in anthologies including Contemporary Australian Poetry, Australian Poetry since 1788 and The Best Australian Poems. She is on the editorial board of Plumwood Mountain, an online journal of ecopoetry, and was Guest Poetry Editor for the February 2016 issue. Her most recent collection of poetry is The Ringing World (Puncher & Wattmann, 2012). She is currently completing her third collection, Autobiochemistry, with the support of an Australia Council grant.