The drainage pipe of the bathtub has been clogged with the dead leaves and empty cans. To go on the eleventh trip to the hot springs, I call out a master of fork throwing and take part in a bus tour organized by the gang of robbers. The highway bus stops at the English garden for the lunch. I order the Chicken soup, Mozzarella cheese salad and Raspberry pie at the dining room in the observatory. Most old ladies are waiting for the chicken soup to be served. The soup has a scent of unknown mushrooms. The baguettes, dried and extremely hard, are put beside the soup dishes.
The master of fork throwing throws his fork to the white wall behind me. He throws it persistently, so secretly I hide my knife greasy with olive oil under the deep v-neck collar of my Maxi Dress.
The robbers are travelling to steal the dusk. Not only the sunsets, but also the colours of the sky full of hairballs that drift on the ocean after the storm.
The bus forgetting the night arrives at the transparent full moon in the morning sky. At the back of the bus, I am eating sandwiches with salted lettuce.
hiromi suzuki is a poet, fiction writer and artist living in Tokyo, Japan. She is the author of Ms. cried – 77 poems by hiromi suzuki (Kisaragi Publishing, 2013), logbook (Hesterglock Press, 2018), INVISIBLE SCENERY (Low Frequency Press, 2018), Andante (AngelHousePress, 2019), Found Words from Olivetti (Simulacrum Press, 2020). Her short stories have been published in 3:AM Magazine, RIC Journal, Burning House Press, The Journal Petra, mookychick, and so on. Web site: https://hiromisuzukimicrojournal.tumblr.com/ Twitter : @HRMsuzuki
Note: HONEYMOON is a part of the first poetry collection Ms. cried – 77 poems by hiromi suzuki. The collection was written in Japanese and published by Kisaragi publishing of Japanese publisher, 2013. This prose poetry has been translated by hiromi suzuki, 2021.