By Hatteras Mange
Toothsome walnut crumb
studs a pulpy batter, fork
tender as her eyes.
Crust of gentle spice
and sugars browned sticky. Her
kiss, heaven’s own bite.
Moistened flakes of cake
glazed to her hand. Fruity scent,
oven’s wedding band.
Hatteras Mange is a speculative author, poet, and founding editor of Diet Milk Magazine. His work has appeared in or is forthcoming from The NoSleep Podcast, Ergi Press, and Ram Eye Press. Find him on Twitter and at hatterasmange.com.