with
a ball
of wires, christmas
lights
in the box.
searching to find the one
dead bulb
when the whole string
won't light up.
all of them
unraveled from the tree
a year ago,
come new years
week.
and there you sit on
floor,
beginning to weep,
giving up
and going to the store
for more,
a new string,
a state of the art string,
to hang on the plastic
tree.
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