Tax day is coming – the day my inlaws got married, to save money, they told their children, though I don’t know how that worked. Ironic, that every April I remember them when I think about them no other day (I “took” their son; they don’t forgive this). Annually at my house, we set aside our cash to ‘give the devil his due,’ and that’s the day these giddily unromantic people chose to commemorate their union. Nothing more inevitable than death and taxes. Nothing more American than tax dodgers, fraudsters, and the like, avoiding payment for the benefit of paved roads and postal services. Silver linings, I guess, to commit to the greatest fraud of all on the day you dole out your coin, the day you return on your investment in infrastructure, a time you promise to add another pair of bricks to the foundation of the world: one called love and the other, honor.
taxing
Foundational form
this infrastructure holds us
Upright. Embodied.
Our checks, balances and spines
Keep heart and soul in tune.
Sigh. Checks and balances seem to have fled the building, along with spines.
Taxing is a great title for this.