would hide money in books,
under
plant pots.
mad money,
rainy day money.
sometimes she'd dig
a hole
in her garden
and put a box full
of tens and twenties
beneath the dirt.
maybe she thought it
would grow.
my sister took a shovel
out there after
she died,
digging the whole
yard up,
searching desperately
for her inheritance.
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