bind a villanelle
unbraided, Kat, come tell:
the poem's short, the form's extreme,
me how to bind a villanelle!
jaded, hair from hell,
belt and rivets, tight black jeans:
Kat, come tell
ere I unravel neath your
become too foolish - Kat, come clean,
instruct me how to bind a
My fingers tremble, lace
of all the artforms, you are queen.
All unbraided, Kat, come
splice words and phrases, parallel,
over, under, don't be mean -
instruct me how to bind a villanelle.
my darling, let's not dwell
a moment longer on this theme:
Kat, come tell,
instruct me how to bind a villanelle!
Delivery, Argenta, BC, Canada, V0G 1B0
The art on this page is a detail from
the single copy book "To Bind a Villanelle," monoprint, 2005, nfs
Faithful and Howe
of the misdressed