The Brand Brat Poem by Prathibha Nandakumar

Halting halfway through stripping
the branded brief he cribbs
about the many folds of the foreskin
extra growth on the chest
receeding hairline. Goes nasal about
the nose job abandoned at the last minute
worries about the double nipples
and asks if he should get coloured lens.

Dipping into my wetness
mumbling hundred things about the
difficulties he faced while firing
the many different shots gets busy
and comes in a shudder
beautiful beyond
all laws of plastic surgery