NYU Black Renaissance Noire NYU Black Renaissance Noire Vol 17.2: Fall 2017 - Page 112

Opulence A Photographer’s Sonata When I weld gold plates On the face of my poor heart Don’t tell me I’m gaudy I remember you Like a camera remembers
 A ruined roll of film Say something sweet With those baby brown Diamond eyes I plead with the light Begging for those moments back Alas
 You and that bag Of old tricks
 Have disappeared Though, last time You took me with you. Like Keep your money, baby Coffee’s on us this morning.