Yeser Berro

“In hidden orchards the stone fruit ripened so fast that what we didn't eat was given to the animals, and so like chimps like finches like gilas we glutted on plums so ripe they split if looked at, cherries and blackberries staining our sheets. We distilled summer meads heady with anise and yogurt, and watered fields with the barrels' dregs. To the tidal boom of an underground aquarium, I cut a sturgeon nose to slit and ransacked its body for that other fruit, pure caviar. I looked to Aida for the salt. Sweaty, unshowered, her pubis its own rough ocean. Saline, the meat of her as she bucked against my tongue, split open, gleaming.”
― C Pam Zhang, Land of Milk and Honey

“I felt the semen expand through my body, through my torso, knees and elbows and into my fingertips. I felt when it crossed the blood-brain barrier and made me worry even more I’d lose him, not only because of what I’d done and who I was, but also because of the devil in the water stain spreading across my ceiling tile.”
― Charlene Elsby, The Devil Thinks I'm Pretty

“Now, of course, I believe that it was Edna whom I went back to New York to meet. Edna was Jim’s parting gift to me. She is an annunciation, a message, very old and very new. Edna is, as she insists, my ‘home from home.’ Whereas the idea of the original home would arouse an agon of bitter ambivalence in me, the redoubled home has no colour or cathexis of pain inseparable from its welcome.”
― Gillian Rose, Love's Work

“قبل أن تنسيني، أخبريني أين وضعتِ ملابسي.”
― Bernard-Marie Koltès, Roberto Zucco