Does It Matter Poem by L.B. Temuco

But it does
It just does
it doesn't want to sometimes
but it does
cannot help itself
'Are you there? '
those three words
are you there
don't answer again
questions and questions
we have our skins why ask
do I love you
did I have a croissant
for breakfast in your eyes
today, tomorrow
next to a white pillar
so unexpected
all I ever wanted then
was to eat you
something different you say
sweet silent Mathilde
let the white sheet
rush over you
like a dividing sea
make that sound
that smell that you
cannot quite remember
because you died
looking at the moon
through a windowpane
never tell me what to do
how to touch the sleeve
of your shirt in the sun
watch you in a corridor walking
what is that thing
that is different and you now
want from me
against a wall you burst
over me
can I think of beauty set free
like a riderless horse
always wild against the sky
you do not know Chinese
but you can learn and forget
everything you know
what is the code for ecstasy
or the prayer for making happiness
in a cafe or a Parque or a car or a person
I know you feel
the wings of bitterness on your lips
a reflux
a kiss, a sad thought
dancing in on itself
you know I see
all of this because I saw your black hair
like wine in a cellar
in the wind as you passed
how can you make things real
from paper and scissors
when there is a call on your phone
and we are both lost and laughing
in the country
but it does
It does not crash
or delete itself
slowly slowly
each cell was passed over
made warm with your special religion
your unexpected shyness
how your footsteps found me aching alone
you turned a bird upside down
so it does
it does