i was born in a homemade house
full of hand-me-down people
fresh paint smell still fills the hallway, lingers
in my nose like smoke from the
home oven, caught fire when
monkey bread and memories
turned to charcoal on the drip pan
"To My Childhood Home,"
The Peregrine Review: Vol. 35, Article 8.
Available at: https://mosaic.messiah.edu/peregrinereview/vol35/iss1/8