She once found a handwritten note, inside of a shoe
sitting in a box in an antique shop
smudged blue ink, written in a language she did not know
She threw away the shoe, but kept the note for years, until finally
Curosity led her to a library, who sent her to a translator
The first person deferred, recommending a retired college instructor
an elderly woman in a cold grey apartment building, 5th floor
She opened the door slowly, squinting,
assessing her risk of violence perhaps, then invited her in
Dr.S fished around in a desk for a magnifying glass,
then sat across from her at the small kitchen table,
reading it aloud to herself, a whisper, lips barely moving
Yes, she said, I know this. I know what it says ...
- did you want me to write it out for you ?
Вернись ко мне, я не могу дышать спертым воздухом, который ты оставляешь здесь.
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