I've eaten the words you told me I couldn't say. I've torn them from your hands with my savage teeth and shredded them, swallowed them, then spat them back out as an unapologetic F.U. I've eaten them all with chicken feet, fermented tofu and glossy black eggs raised from ash. I've let fire and water ruin your lucky days with their thoughtless ways.

It's the end of the world and Chris Tse has lost his chill. In Super Model Minorityhe completes a loose trilogy of books - from the historical racism of How to be Dead in a Year of Snakesto a queer coming of age in HE'S SO MASC - by looking to a future where 'it's enough to look up at a sky blushing red and see possibility'.

From making boys cry with the power of poetry to hitting back against microaggressions and sucker punches, these irreverent and tender poems dive head first into race and sexuality with rage and wit, while embracing everyday moments of joy to fortify the soul.

Super Model Minority is a riotous walk through the highs and lows of modern life with one of New Zealand's most audacious contemporary poets.