“Recalling Her Pantaloons”
her pantaloons, her cherry-coloured stockings- find myself craving the famous borscht
- I think she died in the bombardment
- you’d rather gossip than fuck!
- padded with brown velvet
- Those bastards are better off
“Recalling her pantaloons, her cherry-coloured stockings padded with brown velvet, I find myself craving the famous borscht served in the capitol before it was razed. I think she died in the bombardment. Many did. Those bastards are better off than we are, when you look at what the revolution had done to architecture.”
“My sister was right when she said you’d rather gossip than fuck!”
Tee hee.
You said architecture.