askew. her glasses fogged
with the work
of doing taxes in her
tiny cubical,
she greets me at the door
as the bell settles down.
how are you?
so good to see you, we've
been talking about you.
wondering
when you were coming in.
please don't tell me
you made the mistake again.
everyone laughs,
and laughs and laughs.
i slide her my books,
my papers across the counter,
i imagine that this joke
will never end.
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