Thursday, March 05, 2020

Dawn Swan

We watched Mean Streets and Sunset Boulevard
It was a football Saturday and I may have read her tarot
Whenever we hang out I feel like I’m in the presence of greatness

She’s so self-deprecating
I wish she believed more in herself
Never forget when we sorted mail and how she made that menial task her bitch

I’d tell you more, but honestly it’s none of your business
Dawn is always in my heart as I believe I am in hers
We watched the sun rise and set in each other’s noir fantasies. Dawn Swan paid attention to me when no one else was tuning in to my station

Charles Cicirella

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