But I have promises to keep.
So let the sofa be mountains, the carpets be sea ,
There I’ll establish a city for me.
It’s now no wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted
out a love poem that you used to know by heart
But all they want to do
Is to go the many miles before I sleep.
You don’t think I suffer after I held my pain for so long?
But I still have promises to keep…
-Jaliza Muniz*
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