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BACK Since 1996 Volume XXI Eileen Malone
MAKING LACE
My grandmother told me darning patterns on net makes lace
all you need is a single thread of floss so fine you would think it was spun by an albino weaving spider
a silver needle sharp and pure as rubbing alcohol
a stolen porcelain thimble inlaid with peridot crystals
the soft, hopeful light of an amber enamel lamp
a cobalt glass goblet of sweetened carbonated water flavored with birch oil and sassafras
and of course you do need to submit to the white, trembling unanswerable logic of making lace embroidery on mosquito netting
it helps to have an armful of doves lavender-necked, shy, quiet fluttering gray brocade wings on your roof
not to mention the kindness of a good man who never leaves scuff marks across your newly polished wood floors.
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