At the Pink Taffel, Now Cleaned
Above the wine and cigarettes
Below the jest that flies
I catch with hal-amused insistence.
A throb of music in the distance—
– Eunice Tietjens
Two large tables decked in salty and sweet delights, stretched across the room.
They gathered around with sparkling eyes and gleaming ideals of royal banquets — but royalty was not present that night. That did not stop them. Chewing under the iridescence of immortal flowers, they devoured sumptuous foods and chugged expensive bubbles.
But their physique! Look, look in the mirrors, check for the presence of sleek, sexy lines– shapes shaded in by empty conversations and bellies filled with culinary pleasures.
Then, the ending. After satisfaction, they wiped their hands with curtain sized napkins and retreated back to their homes.
All that was left behind was an abundance of meats still sweating in anticipation and icing melting in defeat. Half eaten foods for no one to finish. What was once an extravagant taffel for royalty is cleared away.
Go to artist page: Anna Aagaard