not too many today

as the new york city cab

driver hurled us down

broadway

at seventy miles per hour,

one hand on the wheel,

talking

to someone in Pakistan

on his phone,

weaving between cars

and pedestrians

vendors,

i asked him how many people

did he kill

a day.

a rough estimate.

he stopped eating his

kabob

and looked in the mirror

at me, and laughed.

ha.

he said.

not too many today.