Published in Overland Issue 233 Summer 2018 · Uncategorized I knew her but could not be a boy Harry Reid i’m throwing it off in a big way & no-one notices. i’ve seen it cause a fuss & now that’s the only way to do it. she thinks i’m lying because i’m wearing jeans but she’s never seen me on the weekend. (in my dreams i’m a jockey & no-one recognises me under all that silk) all my friends see a salmon & say ‘same’. we drive down to lake’s entrance & take our clothes off, it’s very stressful. if i had to buy a swimsuit i think i would die. i’m thinking about the drugs, it seems as though that’s what you have to do. she’s raising money to go all the way & my stomach gnaws at me it’s a feeling like jealousy but less useful. i tell a big secret to everyone i meet & usually they forget right away. this makes poetry difficult among other things. a boy i like has a girlfriend & this is difficult too. (today i gave my two weeks & tomorrow i will buy a horse) there are doors everywhere the only problem is that most of them are locked. when it’s warm again i will spend a little money but for now the rain settles in over the bowls club & i watch the races. Image: Damien Roué / flickr Read the rest of Overland 233 If you enjoyed this poem, buy the issue Or subscribe and receive four outstanding issues for a year Harry Reid Harry Reid is a poet based in Melbourne. They are a co-director of Sick Leave, and the author of the best way to destroy an enemy is to make him a friend (Puncher & Wattmann, 2021). More by Harry Reid › 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 18 December 202418 December 2024 · Nakata Brophy Prize Dawning in the rivulet of my father’s mourning Yasmin Smith My father floats words down Toonooba each morning. They arrive to me by noon. / Nothing diminishes in his unfolding, not even the currents in midwinter June. / He narrates the sky prehistorically like a cadence cutting him into deluge. 16 December 202416 December 2024 · Palestine Learning to see in the dark Alison Martin Images can represent a splice of reality from the other side of the world, mirror truths about ourselves and our collective humanity we can hardly bear to face. But we can also use them to recognise the patterns of dehumanisation that have manifested throughout history, and prevent their awful conclusions in the present. To rewrite in real time our most shameful histories before they are re-made on the world stage and in our social media feeds.
