The Anatomy of a Queer Body by Gokul Prabhu
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 their journey…
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