Panic in the streets of Lillehammer. Panic on Holberg Square in Oslo. Panic in all of Sogn og Fjordane. Panic with a case of cherry beer in the belly. Panic from the ambulance helicopter in the sky. Panic from the forces of marketing. Panic from the worms in the ground. Panic from seven billion other people. Panic and a sudden wish. A finger on the pulse. A hand around fat and bones. An one single question: Can you ever be safe again? Can you write a poem to care for the poet? That cares for her self? And yes, Kjersti Wøien Håland sometimes panics.

panic
when everything is beige
and everyone is following
the recipe
Kjersti Wøien Håland (1989- ) has earlier published the poetry collection Kjersti is a fictitious person, best wishes Kjersti (Kjersti er ein fiktiv person, helsing Kjersti) and the novel Judgement Day (Dommedøgn).