when i finally... <br />slept with my self, <br />my self called me a whore! <br /> <br />and i spent weeks <br />on the porch, <br />fumbling in my pockets... <br /> <br />for my identity. <br /> <br />i stopped a passing stranger <br />and asked him my name... <br />he pointed to the ground, <br /> <br />and muttered, 'other'! <br /> <br />i gave a wino my last dollar, <br />pulled down my hat. <br />and walked off alone... <br /> <br />but i could hear the footsteps, <br />could feel the heavy breathing... <br />and turning to demand... <br /> <br />saw my self!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-self-7/
