YELLOW CAB REPLY
By: Iris P. Concepcion


Dear Darla,

( I am Iris)

I love your feisty soul.

(What does feisty mean? A fist without an "e", trying to outbox the first "f" letter in a play of phrasings? Have you actually seen my soul? Does it speak? Is Green the new Black? Yes, I am feisty--in a three karat way of mouldering heat, hotter than the sun, imbibed as my soul is, which I haven't seen actually except in my writings, in my fingers. I was quite impressed that the people out there are magnanimously accepting things as they are. The words get jumbled in the area where am at but I do believe the very good people who still believe will come in. Try as they might be torn down, they will still emerge victors in the end.)

You make me happy.

(Really? Give me sanitized air and I can say the same to you. Thank you for the wonderful statement though.)

My nephew took this awhile ago, in a thrift store. Perhaps it was a funny occurence to him, as he was taking picture of the top clothing. That is a rabbit pic lauding forth his statement.

All for the best fellas. All for the best.

And that is just a funny, wild take on how we feel sometimes. Well, I love everything that comedy has taught me. I love you guys. I will still give you a hug, sure.

It made me live.