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by Courtney Traub

Originally published on February 1, 2013

I’m a waste of space, Sometimes, I think, The way I butcher the time, spread like a sticky centerfold in front of me, The way it’s exhausted, Marauded. The way I stretch out the fibers Of all the gifts Until they’re stiff. A dough that’s unusable Settles like a stone on my desk, (Plunk).   [...]