the phone rang one day
years ago
and this guy said he
owed my dad some money
for doing his company's taxes
he was having trouble tracking him down
"he's dead," i said
"you can just toss the invoice"

a few days ago i came
across a tax return he did
for me seven years ago
there was an invoice stapled to it
chargine me for "one carwash
and one hug"
that one never got paid either
but the invoice is still sitting
on the my shelf in my room
beneath an empty bottle

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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