handbag cum love ethereal

For Błażej Krukowski

i got your email
this morning
because last night

no server in the world
could stay up long enough
for me to shout my love

electronically hyphenated
on my way to the bus

a familiar crow with a condom in its mouth
(no joke  tells me all about you
and what gloves to wear

when telling you this
i am caught in a flurry of axioms
matter is matter

thought is thought
a word is a word
ten times by itself multiplied

i know how to love
in your vein

without signs
in anticipation of nothing