I’m writing to you from Los Angeles where
all the cats have been petted
I finally have a legitimate cup of coffee
There’s a stack of invitations to sign up
for one credit card or another
ripe for recycling. And I’m
pretty sure the Saturday night open mic
is still going on.
It’s going to take me a year to
not be this tired. To shed this euphoria of
To almost forget what it was like
to say hello, to say goodbye
to pray my Jewish off
until the cycle repeats and
it will be time to panic when the online
registration form goes live.
Oh, Hava Nashira you are
the highest of holy days.
The Shabbat so big they have to
put it in Wisconsin. (???)
I wish you would plant jugs of water
throughout the streets of my city.
Just a little hydratory reminder that
a) I should drink water and
b) You’re still thinking of me.
I wish you would put the video monitors
on towers so high, I could see them
from the San Fernando Valley.
So I’m always singing what you’re singing
and I’m always reminded to go to H.U.C.
Let’s make an agreement that
at least one couple needs to get engaged
every year. There’s a club I couldn’t be happier
to be a part of.
With all the clergy running around
we could throw a wedding into the mix.
That’s how I feel about you, Hava Nashira
This is a lifelong commitment
The holiest of relationships, forged
in the heaven of a rotunda.
Let’s grow old together
on the backs of songs.
Selah, Selah, Selah