Chapultepec
<p>I was never the girl who knew how she got anywhere<br />
How did I come to be in Condesa,<br />
Sunset, Gràcia, or Harlem<br />
Somewhere there had to be a leap of faith<br />
Stuffing a sock<br />
Down fear’s fat throat<br />
As if that could keep it quiet</p>
<p>On every quilted night<br />
I thought there had to be an answer<br />
A cure for living<br />
And I was going to find it<br />
Then the rain would come<br />
Double the questions<br />
Interrogate the silence I could not empty</p>
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