an ode to manila taxis.
rattletrap cockroach havens-
smokey, dusty, dangerous.
i take you only when i must.
your drivers are often rude or half-asleep.
i actually got out of a taxi in QC once
when the driver did fall asleep.
he woke up enough to chase after me for the fare-
which i did not pay him. LOUDLY.
filthy seats full of unknown stains
windows and doors that don't work
trunks full of propane tanks that
would explode like a bomb
should we encounter a "bump"...
my little girl begs for a peppermint
the moment we enter a taxi-
just to keep her tummy settled.
harbinger of doom
how i arrive safely anywhere in one of these things
is simply the mercy of God...
clutch the back of the seat, hold on tight,
and YELL AT THE DRIVER
taxis, i loathe you.