Sam Farhi

Don’t Matter

Sam Farhi

My ma name Peg an her boss at the laundramat call her Pig an the first time I heard bout it I couldn’t thank a my ma the same ever again. Cuz she not. She cute my ma. I asked her why he call her that. What she did. She said, Gotta make ends meet for you two boys. But it was only me in the kitchen with her when she said it. I drew her boss at the table. She took a break from fixin lunch an said, When you’re done with him, I got a couple more you can do. She lit her cig in Oscar kitchen an she ain’t sposed to. We moved in bout a week before. I can’t be havin two boys who drop out er do drugs er getta girl pregnant. I tol her I don’t thank she gotta worry bout that last one cuz we aint even get blowjobs yet. Well your brother’s a handsome boy. An I ain’t say nothin to my ma. I drew guts spillin out her boss. Ash was getting on the table cloth an I ain’t care. I din’t tell her Oscar’ll prolly know. He’s a deep boy. He reads and girls like that. I ain’t heard a that ma. Girls ain’t like nerds no more. Readin don’t make you no nerd, she said an sipped her beer. Makes you deep and girls like the deep. Trust me. She smoked to the window. She got up backta dishes an said, Watch this, an she blew smoke down her boobs, held it in her dress an made it come out the back. You blowin smoke up my ass. Me an ma laughed. She coughed up tar in the sink an said, These’ll kill ya.

Rem was still out when she hadta get downta the laundramat with that boss who I coulda killed. I said, You gotta go? An my ma said, Soon, an coughed. Her friend came an picked her up. Fore she got home I threw her cigs way cuz I aint wan her ta kill herself an I also did it fer her own goddang good. Rem’s too. She only let Rem smoke. He older but he started fore my age. Foun the pack in her an Oscar’s top drawer when I was lookin round. Found em, snapped em in half, an flushed em cept one. Tried the halfone real quick. One puff made a big ass cloud

an stank worse than when either a them smoked their cigs. I tried coverin it up with a buncha shit but my ma got home an bent me over the back of a chair an spanked the shit outta me for doin what she do, cuz she a goddang brat bout her cigs. That’s twenty goddang dollars. Wha ya do with the pack. I said, Threw it. Where where where. Whole time I’m yellin at her, It’s cuz I love ya. An she whip the garbage can out the sink an make me dig in for it. Upside downed a buncha wet coffee grounds an girl underwear.