at the end of the earth, i find {}

// mother asks if i have a girlfriend // i respond with an assemblage of stones in my throat //

at the end of the earth, i find {}
Photo by Mockup Graphics / Unsplash

by Ivan Zhao


in wake of waxing crescent grand // mother asks if i have a girlfriend // i respond with an assemblage of stones in my throat // masquerading as language // the dirty ground has never reflected the moon // i peel a tomato between my thumb and fore // finger and suck the juice between my tongues // seed after seed in my lungs // we bask in fried fish scheming alliums // the fish eye drowns me in its knowingness // my brother parades his compulsive heterosexuality // he feigns cultural understanding // rewarded with red envelopes // when i bring {} // i am rewarded with malfeasance & gravestones // oh how i would love to lick the salt off those envelopes // to taste fingerdust and flaky skin // to bring him around with no questions // to tell them how i've kissed the sky


Ivan Zhao (he/him) is a poet, designer, and web artist based in San Francisco interested in nonlinear narratives, forms, and mechanics that reckon with digital, diasporic, and queer identity. When he’s not making weird things on the internet, he’s making bread and soup in the kitchen.