On a Sunday with the bells ringing
Rosa Crepax

Alas the wildflowers turned into
peonies yet the graveyard is full
of roses peaceful red
and obscene

I was also at peace but that
was three full moons in Scorpio ago
I must be obscene now &
very red tomorrow I guess

Burnt tires and spring buds join mid-air
As I sit here and wait
for you to finish that
coffee or grant me a sip

Originally from Milan, Rosa Crepax lives, writes and teaches in London. She has a PhD from Goldsmiths University and lectures in critical and cultural studies. Her poetry has been nominated for Best of Net, and 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, Quarter After Eight, and others.