You Are a Badass

behind a wall of glass. The people
huddling around him made room for me
and suddenly I felt like I was watching
an action movie on a screen the size of a
giant bus windshield. We were
careening through the narrow dirt streets
of tiny villages, Bollywood music
crackling over the radio, while people,
goats, and monkeys leaped out of the
way, slowing down only for the
almighty, holy cow. Then all of a sudden,
in some tiny nowhere village, he pulls
over yet again. More chai perhaps?
Maybe he’s going to go visit a friend?
Has to pee? Wants to take a walk for an
hour while we all sit there? The driver
waves for me to follow and gets off, as