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T.R. Poulson




A knife-sharpened carpenter's
pencil, stacked two-by-fours
of varying lengths, splintery saw horses
backed up to each other, diagonal
cuts in gray and white ceramic tile, several
wood circles cut from a pipe-sized
hole in a plank, one laser level alone
on the ledge, duct tape covering
nickel-sized holes in the ceiling, two power
screw drivers side by side
on the sill, pillar-like beams from the tongue
and groove loft down to the naked
floor, nails at angles
on an upside-down bucket, nine drops
of blood in a line from the old
table saw to the door.