Tag: magnetic poetry

The old Juicy Fruit wasn’t yellow.

Did anyone else make chains with chewing gum wrappers? When you stretched the chain to its full length, it was supposed to be as tall as the man you’d marry.

Or if you could separate the white backing from the gum’s inner foil wrapping without tearing the foil, it was good luck.

Modern gum packaging makes these things archaic. LIKE ME.

This poem is for Debby, Jackie, and Jackie’s younger sister Sherry. I loved those mornings in that cold car feeling like one of the “big girls.”