ego

every day, an hour before sleep is due
ego deserts me. and i am left lying on the bed
curled up
with unsure thumbs and fingers
twiddling with the cellphone.

the day after,
ego wakes up
with cocky erasure
of memory of ever having felt needy.

ego! you beast!
you deserter!
stay true or let alone.
what good is an undulating pride.
what good is an undulating faith.

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