Living Will Or 'on The 7th Day I Met You' Poem by Eli Spivakovsky

A red thread
dangling from your mouth
you spit in chrome droplets
the stars shine so hard
there's none left in morning
I crawled through the Holy of Holies for you
I dedicated you 5 songs from my personal collection
I climbed an azure wooden ladder
and hung my plastic bird in it
my wishing ladder
bringing down the dream
dormant and uninterpreted
left like a sealed letter
I made you tear up your damask
sent on silver paper to Texas
whiskey for breakfast again
the whirrrr of morning
I brought you 3 violets
purple emperor butterflies
I capture it all and print it out on your page
that and a Wong-Kar -Wai movie
that and a Xu Bing water-colour statue
All my favourite things
breathe them in then deny them
and a 100 year-old piano
I waited all week for this
It's Shabbos again
He's resting, tuck Him in
I list this in my Will
I will leave you those same tired stars