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my alter ego
as I made my escape she faced me,
‘don’t come near me’ I said, ‘or I will scream.’
she was wearing a suit,
hair perfectly styled,
taupe nylons and pointy shoes.
she stood a few feet away,
said ‘well how do you think I feel?’
I was taken aback‐‐‐who was she?
why had she given up her identity to the corporate world?
she did look like me.
was she my alter ego?
a person from my past?
someone I could have been before committing to my art?
In my casual jeans,
I felt compassion for this other me
who seemed to wish she could let her curls
tumble and flow as she sculpts imaginary images.
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