Friend, you want to make lace
and your only tool is an ice pick.
Know, then, that your palms will open,
the weave may never close,
the result may be pegboard
or chicken wire or Swiss cheese.
Know that no one believes
in lace anymore,
that the few who do
can sew better than you.
Know this: another yard of lace
won’t change anything,
but oh, how vibrant
and well-built the light
that enters
through the clumsiest holes.