there’s a place

Monsieur Giacomo O’Shaughnessy reports that there is a place in Charleston where the naked ladies Charleston. He goes on to mention that at said place, there is a hole in the wall where the boys—owing to the use of a homemade periscope fashioned from an empty pencil box, two pieces of mirror, and hoof glue—can see most of (if not the entirety of) it all. The it in question is of course an exposed woman’s chinchilla pelt. And the all in question is inclusive of its palace gates and—on good days—its coral-coloured janitor. But the it in question and the all in question don’t mean a notchet unless the place in question is both real and its location locatable. Fortunately, Monsieur O’Shaughnessy asserts that he can—and will—finger both the location and it in the very near future.

nora ann gray (1972).