at times--like that ridiculous situation
I put myself into, no excess cash
fear of taxi drivers  2 heavy bags packed with
everything I owned-- clothes, notebooks, shoes
lugging to the Taipei bus station--
to get a bus to the airport for my flight
back to Hong Kong--
staggering straining under the weight of my luggage
muscles-full-out  bags shoulder-strap-slung
lifting myself and everything
up 2 flights of metal stairs
along a concrete & metal overhead crosswalk
above several lanes of traffic--letting bags drop
resting--Lifting them starting all over again
snagging my black tights on roughened corners
of my bag--down more stairs--dragging
hole in my tights working-way-up
Thinking about East-Indian-neo-Hindu-
Brahmanism-rebirth-cycle--
repeating     all this  --every detail--
over & over into infinity--
That time I couldn't help thinking--
How ridiculous of me
to live this again--


~by Marie Kazalia

Marie Kazalia’s poetry and creative prose writing have been widely published nationally and internationally in such literary journals as EPOCH, Iconoclast, The Louisiana Review, The Bukowski Review, Clamor Magazine and many more. Her book of poems, called Erratic Sleep in a Cold Hotel, was published by Phony Lid Books in two editions (ISBN 0-9676660-0-7 & ISBN 1-930935-15-3) and can be found here. Marie currently has three chapbooks available; for info, visit Red Hand Press. Her hundreds of e-zine posted writings may be viewed by typing her name into any online search engine.