most of the time I reference ribbon candy, people have no idea what I'm talking about. my grandma used to place her cauterized chunk of stripped sugar on the coffee table every Christmas -- the thing was so old it had sun damage.
And I'm doing this National Poetry Writing Month thing that the wonderful Maureen Thorson shepherds. Apologies in advance for ignoring (most of) the prompts.
Jamie is a co-director of Narrow House, bass player for Sweatpants, and pretty serious about fish tacos. He lives in Baltimore and works in DC at Threespot.
This is how he gets his Facebook on.
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I think I saw you the night you took this. You were wearing a nice shirt.
indeed... (that you saw me) and I happen to like that shirt too... looks like ribbon candy
most of the time I reference ribbon candy, people have no idea what I'm talking about. my grandma used to place her cauterized chunk of stripped sugar on the coffee table every Christmas -- the thing was so old it had sun damage.
There's a great passage from Gravity's Rainbow on the horror of having to eat English hard candies.
wine jellies, too... right... British candy seems to be a bad idea (though I have little experience widdat)
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