A short poem about language relief

Photo by GRÆS Magazine on Unsplash

I take off my English
and put it on the coat rack.

It sits there, ready for my next trip.

I walk to my closet
With light steps
Unencumbered

I pull a cozy nightdress
A second, third, fourth language
Not fully feathered but comfortable

I settle in, my feet up…

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Eashan Reddy Kotha

Eashan Reddy Kotha

Neurobiology and film enthusiast. Aspiring physician. I love poetry too. Made a newsletter for you on art, tech, health and more: eashanreddykotha.com/join

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