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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I LOVE this. You totally capture it – the 20s, the nostalgia, the glamor.