My Self!

when i finally...
slept with my self,
my self called me a whore!

and i spent weeks
on the porch,
fumbling in my pockets...

for my identity.

i stopped a passing stranger
and asked him my name...
he pointed to the ground,

and muttered, 'other'!

i gave a wino my last dollar,
pulled down my hat.
and walked off alone...

but i could hear the footsteps,
could feel the heavy breathing...
and turning to demand...

saw my self!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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