If It Was My Last Day to Live

If it was my last day to live

I'd band with my sisters

And laugh like there's no tomorrow.

I, was an ice-cream-dropper at age five

And we'd laugh

At how many times I've dropped ice creams

At street corners & on other people..oops!

If it was my last day to live

I'd get Richard Branson's private line

Call him & ask him

To lend me the technology that's in his spaceships @ the Virgin Galactic.

I'd use some of it on me

So I can fly

Not into outer space, but remain in the atmosphere,

Hover,

Watch my nephew 20,000 miles away

Because

It would be far more interesting

To watch him secret talk with his imaginary friends

Than it would be

To watch a star, explode into a supernova & take me with it.

If it was my last day to live

I'd go to Paris.

I'd while away the day

On a sunny pavement cafe

Begin with the Gallic ritual

Of a strong black coffee in the morning

A pastis at lunch time

And a chilled ballon de blanc in the evening

If it was my last day to live

I'd do all this

Because my last day

Wouldn't be constrained by time, but by moments

And since I believe in the existence of parallel universes

Each me would enjoy each moment

Like it was her last day.

Spoken word poetry, performed at the Seattle Public Library
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