prohibition

you couldn’t call it nostalgia
for it’s before my time
and yet,
fluttering heavy lashes, steeped in kohl
pouting dark lips, cupid bow kisses
careful waves to frame the confection
a sequin embrace, a scalloped hem
legs encased in sheer wrappings

watch me party like it’s 1929
like there’s feathers in my hair
charleston-ing my way into the night

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