Nine-fifteen AM

I can never trust a guy who holds his balls while sitting his lanky style on a jeepney — just as I cannot trust the driver to have cleaned his hands since minutes ago, he used them to stick a penis on the dry wall and relieve himself. And now, he uses the same hands to take our fare and dole out our change.

Perhaps, I got trust-issues but we know this is not the case all the time. Take for instance my almost-misadventure after embarking the jeepney trip with the guy who touches his crotch and the driver who never cleans his hands after pee-time. I have crossed the busy lanes of Asilo. Because I was running late, I just couldn’t pause to take out my pa’s military cap from my lime bag. In metro-busy fashion, I took it out while walking which as you can imagine will naturally merit clumsy incidents. While zipping open the bag and taking out the cap was successful, I also managed to drop my coin purse. I was almost two strides away (cause yeah, I didn’t notice it falling) when a female passenger from a light-stopped jeepney called my attention: “pitaka!”

I woke up from my trance, backtracked, and picked it up. I managed a “thank you” before resuming my brisk walking because the whole effing thing was embarrassing. Things like this happen. One is too occupied to notice that something is amiss. And while I can never trust a guy-passenger who loves to touch his balls, or a driver who sticks a penis on a wall and NOT clean his hands, I can always rely on crazy incidents and conscientious strangers to do the trick.

*pitaka = Filipino word for “wallet”



Ikaw ang paksa ng ulan.

Dala mo ang mabibigat na ulap — kaya alam ko.

Sa iyang paglalakad, nakasukbit sa ‘yung balikat

maninipis na tali

na sa kadulu-duluhan

ay walang tangan na saranggola

o guryon.

Dahil sa dulo nakatali ang

isang makulimlim na ulap,

singlaki ng twenty-one inch TV

ng kapitbahay n’yo.

Sa loob makikita ang panakaw na paglilikut ng kidlat

Ibig kumawala

sa maitim na pagkukubli.

Katahimikan: impit na pagsingaw

sa lansangan. Pawis

na tumutubo sa gilid ng ‘yong noo.

Ngunit bago pa sila mag-unahang kumaripas ng takbo pababa

sa ‘yong mukha

pumatak ang unang luha.

Hindi ambun na pahikbi,

ngunit ulang bawat patak

ay namumutawi sa bilog at laki.

Ikaw ang paksa.

Tanging ikaw.