Literally, Only Literally

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

Doslovno, samo doslovno

Doslovno, samo doslovno

noć prije ispita
iz kršćanske mistike
sanjam da u crnom tijelu svetog augustina
letim svemirom i tražim zvijezde, osobito supernove.
ubrzo se s leđa sudarim s jednom velikom.
bila je to greta garbo,
koja mi treptanjem očima ispiše po ruci:
“I was always so far away from earth,
that, even if I burned out so long ago
the send off light still rains on you . . . ”
i sva razdragana zbog susreta sa zemljaninom
ponudi me buteljom majčinog mlijeka,
naime laktacijom njihove mame,
velike Alfe Centauri