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Kari Wergeland
Houses My poems are about houses: loose wiring without fixtures, toilets that won’t stop running, windows that need washing. I zero in on the unfinished places, the fresh scuff marks I will touch up after the contractor leaves me to unpack my boxes, decorate the brightly painted walls. I write poems about houses: the steel siding from Sears I once pulled off a fishing cottage to discover solid cedar clapboard just waiting for a fresh coat. Yes, green steel siding from Sears covering the crumbling house I left with a few boxes of toys in tow to ride that Greyhound north.
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