Alexanderplatz by Steph Gorman

Alexanderplatz I fiddle blindly with my bootlaces near your doorstep, glimpse a pair of size 37 Birkenstocks. You’re planning to let me leave before twelve, and I know it. There are Nazis on the news again but I can’t speak German, so I don’t know how frightened I should be. Coincidentally, the film we choose [...]