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 29 November 2024 · Climate politics Pacific nations can’t afford to be hypocrites on human rights Kavita Naidu In the Pacific, we know that climate change is exacerbating a human rights crisis. Our survival relies on the world following international law to limit the warming that threatens our people and shores. Yet the recent trajectory of Pacific governments picking and choosing which rights to defend and which to ignore is deeply troubling. 27 November 202427 November 2024 · Cartoons So much to tell you: or, piercing plant tissue with needle-like mouth-parts Sofia Sabbagh Looking for things meant I could enjoy the feeling in my body. Something like hope, or friendship.
