Crush

My mom in her hard earned English, asked me for a margarita. A few sips in, she starts bragging, about her level on candy crush.

"You know my number this candy crush is 1121!"

I had no point of reference, for all I knew, that score could have been horrible.

This women is 5ft tall and when
I was a child she weighed no more than a few bags of groceries
but she would take a hit
across the face, like a heavyweight contender.

O Hoss, you brute!
O Hoss, with a belly full of monsters!

My mother now crushes your peppermint face
and your jelly bean eyes.