I take from the Collection —
silver and copper
palmed off the platter
I grow to be King
of the game ‘Lookalikes’
picking out the faces of the famous
I keep a straight face
kneeling at Holy Communion
acting transformed and saved
I lip-sync hymns
in my Sunday best and dream
of the bowling alley afterwards
I play with panache
the child part of Saturday
Confession
the expert manner
I deal with made-up Sin
and Penance
Me,
Myself,
I
Anthony Costello (UK)
This poem was first published in Orbis and is included in Anthony’s second collection Dreaming Tigers.
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