baby
I’ve done my taxes,
like a normal person
but
my poetry and
pictures, for
which you can
declare partial credit,
inexplicably
have dipped
in residual value,
and now I’m
assessed
as
nearly worthless,
hardly
a citizen of
the state,
though I might
claim them as a
disability credit,
you suggest,
and hope, like the
rest of us,
for a great
return
in the mail
sometime between
now and
death, just like
a normal person.