On the right:
Three girls. One with braces. English. Something about wine. First time drinking.
On the left:
Three girls. All dangling at the edge of the jeepney’s floor. Filipino–Tagalog. One dated twins, Oman and Eman. She’s a playgirl, she says.
I can make a poem out of this. English? Filipino? Something about cities. Something about the night. Jeepneys. Lights. The Rush. The Quiet.
But I’m so tired. I talk in staccatos. Blasé hello’s on choppy smartphones.