Grey sky.
Snip snip
I am getting a haircut.
My hair is falling down.
Cut it short, make it spike up at the crown.
Give me a style wild enough to survive in a jungle.
I got a call from Mari.
What? You are in the neighborhood?
Come to see me. I'm getting a haircut.
Very short.
I look good in the white coat.
Wild color.
Cool.
Mari pushed the wheelchair.
Somehow, I knew this day would come.
Strange feeling of deja vu
I knew Mari since NY.
Long and deep friendship.
Mari said,
"Let's go to New York."
"What? In this body?"
"We can do it," she said,
"Don't you want to see the place you lived again?"
"You can see people who you want to see again."
I hesitated
with this body and at this time?
"Let's go."
"I don't know."
Together with Ms. Grasshopper and Mari,
We head down to an izakaya.
We ate, drank, laughed, cried. Girls talk blossomed.
Home.
Girls talk over Tea and Rice crackers.
Midnight talk
New York home coming is taking form.
The project has started.
I have to race against time
'Cause I don't have much time left.
Mari and I started planning.
I am taking my chance.
Can I make it while there still is life?
Poem by Maria Franki
Edited and translated by J. Ujiie
©2011
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