effervescing in air as out in the middle of the dance hall the feather boas begin turning back into serpents . . . not wanting to charleston anymore it must be and bored draped around ladies’ necks. . . down on the floor instead and writhing in every color of the rainbow . . . one lady’s heel caught and then another . . . oh no . . . everyone in a heap with writhing everywhere like a volcano firework leaping in air . . .
my series post for today published over on my Substack at the link if you’d like to see including these velvet pumpkins which I think are very pretty and in great colors.
