Published in Overland Issue 237 Summer 2019 · Uncategorized Wheelie bin juice Liz Duck-Chong it’s fuckin hot out today we sweat at each other, perspiring punctuation; this is my sentence and i am lying on the dying lawn like death row. another day in another tank watered garden variety backyard we dream, draining the dam dry trying to get the sticky off our skin until guilt sets in; staining our limbs like bathing in cordial, we are an island girt by cicada thrum. the drone of cut grass never stops, all two stroke exhaust, a blue collar man’s suburban blade dance to the goddess of something greener; a domestic picks up half a block away, odd words perforating welcome soft breeze as the wheelie bins join in, kick up a stink of their own. meanwhile, back on the ranch we roast alive; i lean and reach for the tap; dig your own grave you concur, preferring to take the anthroposcenic route together. sprinkler on, eyes closed, tongue out and devout in prayer to whatever. Read the rest of Overland 237 If you enjoyed this piece, buy the issue Or subscribe and receive four brilliant issues for a year Liz Duck-Chong Liz Duck-Chong is a writer, sexual health nerd and filmmaker who has had articles, poetry and essays in a range of publications, including previously in Overland. She co-hosts wholesome sex ed show @letsdoitpodcast, and is on Twitter at @lizduckchong. More by Liz Duck-Chong › 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 26 July 202426 July 2024 · Poetry Song of despair πO A new poem by πO 24 July 202424 July 2024 · pop culture Swamp monster of the rock’n’roll de/generation Rock Chugg In the 1980s, a horrible time was had by all. Yet the assorted Australian talent for making the best of a bad thing, gave us the most important and characteristic popular music genre, locals have (n)ever known.