tawny the curls Poem by Inger Elisabeth Hansen

tawny the curls are regularly rolled out from the pale head with the crude lips,
the denuded lips, so swollen, without anyone having thumped them, without anyone having pushed
themselves between them, so absorbed by themselves these lips, absorbed by themselves all on their own,
there is more than the hole that go between those ears, the puss between the legs must be at least as
huge, lay her down and she has a crotch in her mug