You are waiting to be picked up. I do not know of what or who, but you know. From mental basements and literal attics. I see you all the time, waiting. In the City where I live, the waiting City. You can tell by the cranes. The whole world is waiting, even when it is racing, even when it is spinning around it self. Waiting for a change, a revolution, a collapse. January is waiting fro February. The Day is caught up by the Night. Words waiting fro eyes. Poems waiting to be read.
Kjersti Wøien Håland (1988–) comes from Høyanger in Sogn og Fjordane and now lives in Oslo. She debuted in 2013 with Kjersti is a fictitious person, best wishes Kjersti (Kjersti er ein fiktiv person, helsing Kjersti); a poetry collection about being young, about being watched by and watching others, about cherry-patterned bedclothes and dancing beside your window. It was a witty and bitter debut followed by a frightening and penetrating novel Judgement Day (Dommedøgn) about many lives being threatened by something bigger. She has since written the poetry collection Panic! (Panikk!).