If you could write me 

You’d write wrong 

Right before you 

Say something I’ve said 


How could you 

Could you know-how 

You could wait 

Wait till you can 


But then 

You’d be too early 


Early morning 

I see you sleeping 

Slowly breathing 

A smile slipped 

Across your face 


But who could talk

While tangled 


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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