glitter heel club, long legs, glossed pouts landing like butter-
flies, party to party to party,
bobbed hair waving, mascara smudging, dancing drinks a haze,
glitter heels in hand, barefoot sidewalk home,
we sleep in glitter dresses dreaming, oh how twenty years ago, instead
ancient moms we’d be in dull shoes, flat.
Poetry by JC Snyder 
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