death

The Anatomy of a Queer Body
Slightly blurred close-up of someone’s unclothed back
The Anatomy of a Queer Body

I smell the judgement
and the disappointment
of my parents as I enter the hall;
it stinks of their silence on my sexuality.
By Gokul Prabhu
June 16, 2023
The Anatomy of a Queer Body
On the day my lover would die
Sliced white and brown mushrooms on brown wooden table.
On the day my lover would die

I would once again be theirs, in memory, on the day my lover would die.
By Sara Haque
April 18, 2024
On the day my lover would die