Alter ego

Marcel Duchamp - Why Not Sneeze Rose Sélavy My alter ego is the real me, not merely an anagram of my name. My alter ego is my true love, unwilling, unbidden, but true. If I don’t find her on my doorstep then I search for her in garbage piles. I might have caught her in a bird cage made of straw. She dances, she glows, but only I can see her. She’s finer than me, more fine than I’ll ever be.