the night before the exam
on Christian mystics  
I’m dreaming that in the black body of st. augustine  
I’m flying through space, looking for stars, especially supernovas.  
suddenly I hit a large one from behind.  
it was greta garbo,  
and with a blink of her eyes she writes on my hand:  
“I was always so far away from earth,  
that, even if I burned out so long ago
the sand of light still rains on you . . . ”
and so happy that she has met someone from earth
she offers me a bottle of mothers’ milk,  
that is the lactation of her mom,  
the big Alfa Centauri