Hungus is a work of world-building that draws on myth, pop culture, purakau and science fiction - and the arrival of a dazzling new voice in New Zealand poetry. In the belly of Hungus is the Mantis: an amorphous, many-faced being, as fluid and full of history as the moana. It is a thing holding a machete in one hand and a mic in another. On one day we see it carrying a schoolbag full of ice creams, on another, making shadow puppets on a grave. Through this elusive entity, Hungus tells stories of addiction. Addictions that settle like a film on tea, that crawl into the home, that devour us from the inside out, that reach for something to fill the va. These are stories that shape us, taunt us, flex on us and keep us spinning in circles.