peanut

I shall be just like my grandmother who lived in the little ol house that my grandpa built.
Cedar panels inside, termite pocked.
Smelled like kerosene, and everything was old and dingy (din-gee?)
Like vaguely remember a faded hotpink kitchen, maybe lemon yellow?
Kerosene always makes me think of Agnes' house.
And she had this little ol porch where she'd housed some little weiner dogs....and a chiuaua named peanut
And in the last years she lazed about all day on an old sheet covered couch, drinking iced tea, watching cooking shows or game shows and completing crossword puzzles.

-Lisa Perry