I am supposed to say
it doesn´t matter look me up some
time when you´re in my neighborhood
needing
a drink or some books good talk
a quick dip before lunch-
but I never was one
for losing
what i couldn´t afford
from the begginning
your richness made my heart
burn like a roman candle.
Now I don´t mind
your hand on my face like fire
like a slap
turned inside out
quick as a caress
but I´m warning you
this time
you will not slip away
under a covering cloud
of my tears.
(1973)
Audre Lorde
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