oh my god
Marie Kazalia
Mexico City
5 a.m. noise-polluted hotel
waking me
some guy
loud puking and retching
down in the courtyard lobby
he stops
then starts puking
again
echoing off concrete archways
titled floors and stairs
inside my head
so loud
my final nite in this hotel
sounds like he's puking into the lobby
fountain--
hear the scraping of metal
buckets on the tile floors
mops&ringing-out rags
I can't tolerate this anymore
this morning I'm moving
to a quieter cheaper hotel
2 blocks down--
for the past 11 nites
at this noisy place
I've been wakened
with no consideration
no apology--
by laughing nite-shift desk clerks
playing tag
by 8 a.m. to 9 p.m. renovation
buzz-saw lumber-cutting&hammering
on weekends disco base
rhythm booming-up
thru floors&walls all till dawn
Sunday morning
kids playing tag giggling echoing--
Aztec dancers jingling ankle-bells loud
in and out to use the john--
men in hard-heeled boots
clomping title floor after 3 a.m.
now I've taken up a quieter
cheaper place with a double-door balcony
eleven more nites alone
