Published 29 July 20226 September 2022 · Poetry / Friday Features / Friday Poetry Poetry | Yaaas Sophia Walsh Sara and I attend the opening night for the NGV’s QUEER exhibition. We were not invited and we did not buy tickets – in fact we did not even know it was on until stumbling upon it after watching the new Batman movie at the HOYTS in Melbourne Central and deciding to walk home south along the Yarra. We stop on Princes Bridge to admire Naarm after the day’s rain and take in the view of fuck knows what – we wish we were in New York. At the exhibition there are bubbles everywhere. We make out by the fountain watch a drag performance and notice a throuple of TikTok gays canoodling in a corner under the archway by the wet wall. Some people have so much chest hair. Khanh from MasterChef is having his photo taken in front of the sponsor’s wall – being gay made possible by the City of Melbourne and American Express. Yaaas. The red carpet is pink – we long to wrap ourselves up in it and roll gaily all the way home to Frankston South. Overland’s Friday Features project is supported by the Copyright Agency’s Cultural Fund. Sophia Walsh Sophia Walsh is a poet living in Naarm. Some of her work has appeared in Westerly, Cordite Poetry Review, No More Poetry’s No No No Mag, and elsewhere. More by Sophia Walsh › 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 First published in Overland Issue 228 24 November 202324 November 2023 · Friday Poetry Poem with vertical viewfinder Shari Kocher If in future an image of mine— of course, I have made the if-ness of your looking a multiple Ferris wheel turned to trolley car trundling down the street. Damn, I will show you something all right here, inside the daily or what you call private. First published in Overland Issue 228 3 November 20233 November 2023 · Poetry our neighbours poem Ender Başkan our neighbours face appears above the fence – hello. our neighbours have a chat with us. our neighbours learn our names. our neighbours become our friends. our neighbours landlord thinks the market is ripe. our neighbours are told to leave. our neighbours try to buy their house at an exorbitant price to keep their kids in the school zone. our neighbours are denied.