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Sometimes I feel like I’m
Just filling space
Like a poem
In someone’s newspaper

Glanced over with
Morning coffee
And a piece of toast
Hoping and praying

That somehow I don’t
Wind up, crumpled and stained
On the bottom of
Some cat’s litter box.

(Previously published in The Short North Gazette, Summer 2007)

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