that comes
every year
at the same time.
it's a tingle
up the spine, a nervous
tick
begins,
the eyebrow
flickering up and down.
the mouth gone dry.
yes.
it's tax season again
and the books await.
the adding machine,
the battered ledger
littered
with retractions,
blotted with white out.
there lies
the collection
of bank statements,
investment reports,
write offs and donations.
receipts out the ying yang
sloshing around
in the shoe box awaiting
the stapler.
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