seethingblue's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the smell of taxicabs (unfinished) With watermelon bubblegum, you don't have to answer their questions. Moving your jaw back and forth, grinding your teeth down and letting out a smack, you can blow a bubble the size of your hand, and hold it for ten whole seconds before the air seeps out, or someone jabs it with a finger. You crawl through the passenger door when the taxi finally arrives at Springhill Road. The mud of your sneakers has dried and is flaking onto the floor and seat, but the driver is navigating the car in his sleep (he is dreaming of malt shakes with extra cream, and maraschino cherries the color of her lips). The ride to the airport is bumpy, the car grumbling over hills, past salmon stucco flats and pine trees scarred by fire. You finger your gum, pull it out in long sticky strands, winding it around and then stuffing it back in your mouth, chewing until your jaw tires, until the smell of exhaust makes you rest your head back and fall asleep to the sound of overhead airplanes. 10:41 - 05 December, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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