I Hate It Everywhere

Evan Wang

But I lie because here is God’s silent wound,

my wet market of things that don’t stay dead.

Here I save squirrels so keen on drowning

in the creek I once killed a snake in. I feed halved

worms to the dirt thinking it would save me,

& it does. In daylight, my grandmother brings

pulse to the ground with her worm shovel,

digging gardens in our backyard cemetery,

ruining more & more. The graves are beginning

to look like homes. To survive, I behead

sunflowers that I have adored. I ignore the shattered

skull of a snake on the road while returning home.

I am always on my way home. All the while,

across America, there are boys kicked onto streets

for love, a dog giving birth to a litter of puppies,

towns mistaken for cities, these things stay dead.

It’s better that way. All over, children skip atop

nameless dogs & soldiers. There are enough spaces

to die in. There is everything & everywhere to die in.

about the author
Evan Wang

Evan Wang

王潇/Evan Wang was the first Youth Poet Laureate of Montgomery County, Pennsylvania. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in POETRY, The Kenyon Review, The Journal, RHINO, and elsewhere, and has been performed at and recognized by the White House, Button Poetry, NPR, Pennsylvania Council on the Arts, Miami Book Fair, and Wawa Welcome America. He is the editor-in-chief of Hominum Journal and the youngest appointed member of the Montgomery County Commission on LGBTQIA+ Affairs.

Other works by Evan Wang


Night Elegy
Brood