Radioactive orange dye

Radioactive orange dye

A Chapter by Lyn Anderson
"

just something that popped into my head.

"
There is stuff I ate as a kid
that came out of packages.

The dye was artificially blue
or radioactive orange.

The taste was cardboard,
with salt and sugar.

I loved it with ketchup,
and bits of processed meat.

There are times I feel a false nostalgia
for such things,

But I wouldn't actually eat them,
because I am a grown up now.

Kind of how I feel about you.



© 2018 Lyn Anderson


Author's Note

Lyn Anderson
it had to come back here eventually. Where is my Frieda? I so miss her quips.

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I have never yet had a relationship or encounter that has left me feeling like that but I once drank a bottle of Southern Comfort as a daft teenager and even writing the name of it now makes me feel like throwing up...never again....... Nice write..... Neville

Posted 5 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

5 Years Ago

Thanks. I appreciate the visit.
Neville

5 Years Ago

No worries, no problem, my pleasure...... Neville
OK, I will grant you that, but I refuse to give up my Hawkin's Cheezies! Interesting how some things we can't get enough of once repulse us now.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

9 Years Ago

Yes, so true, thank you.
I used to love chili dogs and my exhusband...funny as I get older - they both make me feel a bit queasy....
:) Julie

Posted 9 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

9 Years Ago

Yep, that says it right there. Thank you.
Ah yes - junk food makes way for nourishment; pretend love expires and the real thing takes its place... not as pristine-looking, but much better for you...

Posted 9 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

9 Years Ago

I like that. Thank you.
Oh yeah, like processed cheese slices.
They make me sick now.
Like him...
I totally get where you're coming from.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

9 Years Ago

Thanks, of course you would.
Somepeople should come with warning labels..bad for your health...neat write..

Posted 9 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

9 Years Ago

Thanks, I appreciate it.
Sometimes
We must stomach
That which is
Unhealthy.

For our body
And soul
To survive.

Knowing
Without this holdover
Survival becomes
A vague rumour heard
Around the kitchen table.

As the rumbling grows
Ever so audible
For all to hear
In a 30 km radius.

Pinching pennies
When your assistance cheque
Is still weeks ago
From its arrival.

In quelling
The uprising
From the backseat.

We, all miss Ms Frieda, KL. I do hope nothing wrong, has happened to her.


Posted 9 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

9 Years Ago

Thanks so much. The poem has nothing to do with her really, other than she would make a joke about i.. read more
therisa

9 Years Ago

Your welcome, KL. I know, but it doesn't lessen Frieda's absence.
I have this thing with Kraft Mac and cheese... It's toxic waste hazard orange powder looked so nasty but tasted sooo good. At least to me, haha. Still love the stuff, but realize how bad it is... Some people are just the same. You know you still love and crave them but realize how hazardous they are to your heart. Another brilliant piece by you KL. Truly have missed your work.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

9 Years Ago

Bingo. I will pass no matter the occasional wistful craving.:)

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