Three Poems
Wrap your tits
In net curtain
Keep close to chest
Hope brash best front forward
Can hide swinging brick
Simone says
Listen love
i’m not Simone
On reaching road
Her mind is changed
I can be Simone,
Rosa, Ulrike
Whatever you want
Simone says
Put your hands
On your hips
And hope for
A sea change.
By Sarah Crewe.