Poem by Rosa Crepax
in isolation blues under the soft light of the loved & the lover what did we do next but keep for another day? on most weekends I’ll meet those eyes the usual sighs garnished with rhubarb sprinkles and tomato leaf Hallucinations within trompe-l’œil nostalgia but with skies full of stars only at weekends and probably forever
About Rosa Crepax
Rosa Crepax is a writer and lecturer living in London. Her work appears or is forthcoming in Hobart, Spoon River Poetry Review, Ghost City Review, The Good Life Review, LEON Literary Review, 3:AM Magazine, The Harvard Advocate, Grain Magazine, and others.