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 1 6 November 2026 · Friday Fiction Headland Harry Goddard He must have still been sore. I could tell from the winces he made as he scooted down the trail. Some unspoken agreement of not hitting other people’s children — and the circumstances of me not being that type of kid — spared me from the same punishment. I was taken to my parents who agreed I would have to work off the damages, and I must have mowed the lawn once, or cleaned the family car. 4 November 2026 · Film MIFF, Minotaur and the politics of maternal reception Alicia Byrnes Maternal labour is, in the terms I’ve set out here, not labour at all. Noisy, unfocused, mobile, perhaps even sleepy — it is an affront to arthouse film viewing and therefore unserious.
