Copihue Poetry

En la tienda qué me pongo I’m undecided,
                thirsty with hot-flashes, a light head—
                up-and-down limbo. La
 

tienda qué me pongo the name of a
                boutique in the city of your childhood
                or so you remember. La tienda
 

qué me pongo language—harmless
                joke in the eyes of a dictator’s thugs
                unforgiving of any other.
 

En la tienda qué me pongo our silliness,
                sound and music, your soft
                teasing—code for plenty.