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Alice Walker

Alice Walker

You Confide in Me

You confide
in me
that
you
are lonely,
 
that romance
juicy
&
red
never stays
long
at
your
house.
But when
I visit
you
what
do I
find?
 
You do not
own
a sofa?
 
Without
a sofa
preferably
burgundy
or maroon
you cannot
expect
to
have romance
come
&
stay
in your
house.
 
A sofa is
essential
to all
that
lures
romance
to
your
boudoir;
 
I cannot
believe
you are
so old
&
do not
know
this.
 
Well, lucky
for you
I am older!
 
Trying to have
romance
sit down
visit
&
decide to
stay
with
you
when you have
no sofa
on
which
to sit
is like
using one
hand
in the
vast
ocean
to
catch
a
large fish.

#Americans #Blacks #PulitzerPrize #Women #XIXCentury #XXCentury

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