Christina Hoag's poem "Jet Lag in Downtown San Jose, Costa Rica
Christina Hoag was travelling before she was even born. Slated to enter the world in Zambia, she made her grand debut in New Zealand. Three weeks later, she moved to Fiji. She's been travelling ever since, growing up in seven countries and living in three more as a foreign correspondent. She is the author of novels Girl on the Brink and Skin of Tattoos, novellas Law of the Jungle and The Blood Room. Her short stories and essays have appeared in literary reviews including Lunch Ticket, Toasted Cheese and Shooter, and have won several awards. For more information: https://christinahoag.com
matches rattle
a scrape a spark
the acrid scent of another cigarette
for another sleepless traveller
floorboards creak
with unknown footsteps
mice squeak
as they pitter-patter
farts and sneezes
the doorbell buzzes
necesito dormir unas horas
a stoned gringo stammers
lights flash
toilets flush
a baby wails
rocking rhythm
of a coupling on a coilspring mattress
through walls of wafer
the finite passage of infinite minutes
tick tocks by
then singsongs of buenos dias
sweep away the night
brooms swoosh
water runs
aluminum pots clank
the aroma of coffee paints the air in sharp relief
so the night passes
© 2022 Christina Hoag
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