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Anja Konig

Anja Konig grew up in the German language and now writes in English. Her work has appeared in literary magazines in the UK and the US.

Belaubt, Geglaubt

And the fog half
hanging trees still
beleaved some yellow there
left over: two ice
cream spoons in the sink
from where you were
lilies blue vase pink
one closed one
curled, a pair.

Refrain

If on this train
you came unknown
down the aisle
sideways, your bad eye sliding,
if you wore perhaps
your beautiful velvet jacket,
if I sat here and saw
you for the first time,
it would happen
it would happen
again.