maybe listen to this while reading,

however, i listened to it while writing

 

my grandmother is a can lady

         not like barbie

         it has nothing to do with that

she wore a lot of jewlery

she thought metal is silver.

she is a can lady, but a proud one

 

sometimes she confuses her brightness with wealth

but then she buys kitchen towels

she reorganises the fridge

and knows that this are the stocks she belongs to.

 

not only that she buys cans

she owns cans

she stores things in them;

other food, tobacco, memories

 

she loves the can so much,

she even stores in it her most expensive 

her little real money

         basically

         she lives in a can

well of course she does, as can lady

 

it's small but since it's shiny

my grandmam calls it her castle