corn
and peas?
a blob of mashed
potatoes?
was it applesauce
and a biscuit?
it all looked real
and smelled edible
as we
pulled back
the tin covering
after 45 minutes in the oven,
at 350.
it was food for the bomb
shelter.
Armageddon food.
i can't count how many
times
i burned my tongue
and the roof of my mouth
on a Swanson
tv dinner,
when my mother was asleep
on the couch,
or out and about
playing bingo somewhere.
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