Looking into the darkness, it is a pound cake mould anchored with a whisk in a spring-fed pond.

Drizzling rain and bubbling water, the boundaries of time-space are fizzling out. Lose your place.

The coffin carrying the sweet smell of flour, butter, sugar and eggs will be swept away to the crematorium.

Finally, spoon the glaze over the top of the baked cake. The moonlight illuminates the candied lemon peel.

Here is your coffee. Lullabies drifting to and fro through the downtown, end up in Tokyo bay.

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hiromi suzuki is a poet, fiction writer, artist living in Tokyo. Her writing has appeared in 3:AM Magazine, RIC journal, Berfrois, Minor Literature[s] and various literary journals on-line.