Published in Overland Issue 228 Spring 2017 · Uncategorized Sp eak Elena Gomez we long creamy-prepared my head rolls my bun rolls limp ticks is apartment lyf my city kind to strangers headless lech oracle bound a swift alkaline slice left over——. my body sits across from me Nobody looked up the meteor rinsed through us our hair sticky with star dust, and: sp eak tense, i bathed as here spume we spin. Well, the fields advance upon us : : : much loam sof ter we surrender for—— get/ check neighbours for butter well up ly for com mon desires where is my genu//vs//here in your face Read the rest of Overland 228 If you enjoyed this poem, buy the issue Or subscribe and receive four outstanding issues for a year Elena Gomez Elena Gomez is the author of Admit the Joyous Passion of Revolt (Puncher & Wattmann) and Body of Work (Cordite). She lives on unceded Wurundjeri country. More by Elena Gomez › Overland is a not-for-profit magazine with a proud history of supporting writers, and publishing ideas and voices often excluded from other places. If you like this piece, or support Overland’s work in general, please subscribe or donate. Related articles & Essays 22 November 202422 November 2024 · Fiction A map of underneath Madeleine Rebbechi They had been tangled together like kelp from the age of fourteen: sunburned, electric Meg and her sidekick Ruth the dreamer, up to all manner of sinister things. So said their parents; so their teachers reported when the two girls were found down at the estuary during a school excursion, whispering to something scaly wriggling in the reeds. 21 November 202421 November 2024 · Fiction Whack-a-mole Sheila Ngọc Phạm We sit in silence a few more moments as there is no need to talk further; it is the right place to end. There is more I want to know but we had revisited enough of the horror for one day. As I stood up to thank Bác Dzũng for sharing his story, I wished I could tell him how I finally understood that Father’s prophecy would never be fulfilled.
