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Tax Return Guy by Julene Tripp Weaver





In New York there was always a guy

said he was an accountant, said he’d

take care of things—always got a refund

using his services, cost a pittance

for the amount I got back. I asked no

questions, knew expenses he claimed

were a sham, but hey, my tax refund

was my trip to Bermuda, to Mexico,

to the Virgin Islands, one year,

it helped me buy an end-of-the-year

showroom model car, a deep red Datsun.

Sometimes you have to trust a guy.





Julene Tripp Weaver is a psychotherapist and writer in Seattle. Her last book, truth be bold—Serenading Life & Death in the Age of AIDS, was a finalist for a Lambda Literary Award, and won the Bisexual Book Award. Her poetry is widely published in journals and anthologies. www.julenetrippweaver.com, @trippweavepoet

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