Alter Ego
After euthanizing Nancy,
I decided to forget,
all about that being fancy
and I think that I should quit
formulating other faces
in this factory
of mind,
no , I can't be in four places,
I must leave it all behind,
Yes my mentor told me Monday,
that this Sunday is the last,
anniversary of Done Day,
when I finished up the past,
threw away the key to making
molds of Mother and the guys,
though I have a way of baking
up a batch of sweet surprise
Disconcerting things keep waking,
in the cottage in my head
Such a sweet world I was faking
but I can't live there instead,
someone needs to do the laundry,
feed the dog and bake the bread,
so I guess it's just a quandary,
who I'll be until I'm dead.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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