A Pair of Fabulous Shoes

March 19

A walker and handrails for the bed were delivered.
When I was in the hospital, I could still walk with a walker.
What happened?  Today, I can't walk even with the walker.
My thigh muscles can't hold up the weight of my body.
The message from my brain won't travel.
It is not about the force of will.  It's a different line of command.

I take a shower.
I am wobbly and I can't wash well.
It's different from a week ago.
My neurons are being destroyed rapidly.
Today is Saturday and it's a day off.
But the destruction is 24/7.

We went to a clothing store
My first shopping in a while
I bought a red bag
And a cute spring scarf.

Norippe shopped
A black leather jacket, a scarf
And a leather shoulder bag.
Everything is cool.

It was fun, isn't it? The retail therapy as usual.
It was a good deal.  I'm so excited.
I will place the purchases next to my bed.

I found a pair of fabulous shoes... but... I let it go...'Cause I can't walk.

Norippe cooked dumplings from scratch for dinner.
10:00 at night.  A steaming pot.  Party for two.
A condensed time.
Will I see Norippe again?
Will there be another time?
I am collapsing.
A shadow is closing on.

Will my consicousness remain in this world?
I'll prove when I pass away.  Watch me.

Poem by Maria Franki

Edited and translated by J. Ujiie

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