“fruit de la passion” by Lorelei Bacht

wet grass blades glued to our ankles and halfway through the third bottle of wine, she
challenged me to eat a passion fruit, but barehanded. no knife, no spoon. I gnawed a
hole through the thick purple leather, used two thumbs to rip the thing apart,
then half-licked, half-slurped its inside, delicate slime of yellow-green, tart juices of
the world dripping their generous guilt down our chins.

Lorelei Bacht (They/them)
Lorelei Bacht’s work has appeared / is forthcoming in SWWIM, Visitant, Gutslut Magazine, Southchild, Popshot Quarterly, The Selkie, The Bitchin’ Kitsch, PROEM, Abridged, and others. They are also on Instagram @lorelei.bacht.writer and Twitter @bachtlorelei