Boyslut [excerpt] – Ángel Borreguero

October 30, 2025

Orange lips, like that girl in Rimbaud, and the skin all out there on the internet, enraged, a bit withered too, like a huge broken cookie, crumbled. The yellow city, background with a river that doesn’t exist but we can hear it through the greenery, close to the road, jelly face, chemical? The face trembles in its window: red, like a ball with a great bounce, and red-coloured.

 

 

 

 

 

 

In a clean grey tiled square, open-air escalator. The rain (a lot) upon the trenchcoat, upon the shaved head. Miniscule glasses, the almost-complete smell of tiny pots, rice, things, stone palaces and the yellow building. Dizzy, the legs and hands performing involuntary eccentricities. 

The cheery boy, faraway lands, lemon-coloured fields.

A man, alone inside a flat in Brown Square. The ghostly field in the background and, under the french window, an abyss.

One Sherlock Holmes, finished already retired in Sussex, still supple and elegant, yellow and drooling from the mouth.

 

 

 

In this lovemaking school

Cervantes

 

Round as a ball, turkey-hued, face like a ball of grit or a shoddy orange drink: facial oils, zits like strange bloomings, insides dense as mint cream or blue apple liquor.

Disney, yellow and tanned boys, unwashed hair. Clippings, hand-greased magazines, leather shoes and the white slippery profile of the typographer, yesteryears’ local hero. The girl with blemishes, sweaty, upbeat, baroque and wonderful, and the rolled joints, padded sweater and hibiscus yellow fanny pack. The winter garden, Robinson, slap prints like in a comic, the fluorescent baseball cap of a rentboy named Thames —he has a big fat zit on the forehead.

 

 

 

 

An unruly backyard, with woods and a vegetable patch, like a miniature black jungle. Brick houses, darkgreen corners, wide rainy sky over Clapham Road.

Baby Spinach breakfasts on spinach and yogurt (Confined head, too three-dimensional, pink and changing. The uneven teeth, so small. Hairless belly).

 

 

Translated from the Spanish by Lara Alonso Corona