The Anatomy of a Queer Body by Gokul Prabhu

One Poem Only · Nov 17, 2025 · 4m

The Anatomy of a Queer Body

Gokul Prabhu

This poem first appeared In Plainspeak.

Please tread gently. This poem has potentially disturbing content.

I see death, perched at my window.

Sometimes, they even sit on the edge of the bed.

Death is my friend now!

I am often tempted to draw them into a kiss.

They no longer hold a scythe,

and are no longer dressed in a cape.

They dress like my ex: shabby t-shirt, greying jeans, and sneakers,

or whatever those shoes are called in their world.

We have a conversation sometimes,

or they just watch over me as I sleep.

I am often tempted to join them on…