It make very much when you cook,
The mother said. You take home.
I thanked her and followed Jake
Down the stairs. Don’t mind her,
He said. All she ever talk is make
Or break. I like her very much,
I assured him. We sat together
On the couch. Nobody touch
The tip of her little finger, he burn
In hell. He put an old audio tape
Into the machine. It was my turn,
He said, to show him what I had,
But I wanted to see him first.
You want blink, he said, nothing bad
Happen to son who never roam.