Dawn McCain

Dawn McCainMy mom used to
send me the newspaper
clippings that tracked
all my exploits. Which red
carpet I’d been
on. What foundation I
was supporting.
Nightclubs I would frequent.
No one living
remembers who I am.
The parties are
over. The clubs are closed.
And newspaper
clippings are as extinct
as all of those
men who used to chase me.

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