Published in Overland Issue 219 Winter 2015 · Uncategorized Hiding Kiri Piahana-Wong I am a girl with nothing to hide My head is stuffed full of you But my phone is empty I shudder, I nearly fall I compose messages that I do not send Over and over My hand hovers You are here: I can smell the scent you wear, I can taste you on the inside of my mouth, your fingers run down the inside of my arm: you are here. You are not here. I am proud of my strength, and I weep for it. I am a girl who is hiding nothing. Kiri Piahana-Wong Kiri Piahana-Wong is a New Zealander of Māori (Ngāti Ranginui), Chinese and Pākehā (English) ancestry. She is a poet and editor, and publisher at Anahera Press (www.anahera.co.nz).Her first poetry collection, Night Swimming, was published in 2013. More by Kiri Piahana-Wong › 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 April 2024 · Gaming Game-death in infinite game-worlds: Darkest Dungeon 2 Josie/Jocelyn Suzanne Death is the ultimate stamp of value. It was invented to sell arcade-like 1 Up repetition to the home market. To read politics in videogames is to learn to read necropolitically, which is why gamers don’t like politics. 19 April 2024 · Friday Fiction Stilted J.E “Mahal” Cuya One hour after midnight. Everyone in rooms. Living room – dark. Table look like monsters. Like death. TV on stand. Netflix Logo. No one watching. Residents asleep. They have dementia.
