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This page makes a comic domestic artifact out of hardened brown sugar, turning it into a small weapon and a relic of marriage.

The humor is dry and bitter. The object is trivial, but the final address to `My ex wife Nancy` makes it into a residue of relationship, something ordinary that has hardened into memory.

A dry joke hardens into a relic: the speaker's 'brown sugar was so hard / I could have killed / somebody with it', and the deadpan tag 'My ex wife Nancy' turns a kitchen lump into a residue of a soured marriage.