"I rest on the pillow in the grey morning light with the bitter knowledge I have come back to myself but my brother never will."
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It was learning German, a break from my English-language academic writing, that brought me back to poetry. I found myself on a bus from Berlin to Leipzig writing a very basic-worded break-up poem in German, just for practice. (I will share said poem here once it has been properly proofread.) The next morning, I found
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