Confessional

Of course my so-called real name is not
Lee Holloway Towers
I changed it by dead pool
around the turn of the century

After turning up at my new job
trying to fit in, making the small talk
when I'm asked point blank by
the owlish girl
'Do you write poetry?'

What an outrageous question

Of course I denied it as I would surely
have denied the Lord. What kind of a pervert
would admit to being one of those people?

Perhaps someone lacking in shame and pure of heart

Of course she'd googled the new recruit
and found some incriminating results
submissions from the earliest days of the internet

'There must be more than one of me'

A lesson was learned
a new name was gained
a fresh beast was born