My t-shirt is the train 

Dripping with cold sweat under a winter coat


My laptop is the train

Ticking, lifeless, from sticky fingers 


My scarf is the train

Saving the seat next to me from butt sweat 


My suitcase is the train 

Searching for closure in a jostled enclosure 


My hair is the train 

Musty against my face to keep me warm


The train, such a stain to bring me home

Mattie Grace Levy

I'm a black woman, a classically trained oboist, a self-taught composer, and an introspective poet trying to comprehend my thoughts.

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