Yeser Berro

“there’s two tiny potatoes on my desk.”
― Bernadette Mayer, Milkweed Smithereens

“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

“Aunts cook like

there's no tomorrow
& they're right.”
― Kevin Young

“The thirteenth shot kills me - because I am the other. Because I want to be the other.”
― Clarice Lispector, The Complete Stories