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A review by mx_loverboy
Moldy Strawberries by Caio Fernando Abreu
5.0
intentionally crafted, originally executed, brilliantly queer // i can’t believe this hadn’t been translated already
“His mouth came closer to mine, slightly open. Like a ripe fig cut into quarters, the pulp slowly torn from the round side to the tip with the blade of a knife, revealing the pink insides full of seeds. Did you know, I asked, that figs aren't fruit, that they're actually flowers that bloom inward? What? he yelled. Figs, I repeated. But it didn't matter…
His tongue went down my neck, my tongue into his ear, before they melded together, wet. Like two ripe figs pressed tight against one another, the red seeds grating against one another like teeth against teeth…
As I shut my eyes I saw three images juxtaposed, like a movie under my lids. First his sweaty body, dancing, walking in my direction. Then the Pleiades like a tennis racket up there in the sky. And finally, the slow fall of an overripe fig, until it met the ground in a thousand bloody pieces.”
“His mouth came closer to mine, slightly open. Like a ripe fig cut into quarters, the pulp slowly torn from the round side to the tip with the blade of a knife, revealing the pink insides full of seeds. Did you know, I asked, that figs aren't fruit, that they're actually flowers that bloom inward? What? he yelled. Figs, I repeated. But it didn't matter…
His tongue went down my neck, my tongue into his ear, before they melded together, wet. Like two ripe figs pressed tight against one another, the red seeds grating against one another like teeth against teeth…
As I shut my eyes I saw three images juxtaposed, like a movie under my lids. First his sweaty body, dancing, walking in my direction. Then the Pleiades like a tennis racket up there in the sky. And finally, the slow fall of an overripe fig, until it met the ground in a thousand bloody pieces.”