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Find it.
With words, James.
Find it.

A new bag of socks,
ten dollars.
White tubes, nothing fancy.

Can’t tie
your shoes,
Without change falling
from your breast pocket.

You dig rip cry
for a moment.
The next blink,
a pile of dirt on a fingertip.

Look behind you,
there is mom.

Mom.

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