(Apologies to everyone who knows how to pronounce 'New Orleans' correctly, including myself.)

Heather and Jess:

Oh, domesticat,
you should have seen
this knitting shop
in New Orleans!

We saw the yarn
and thought of you.
You love to knit
(and crochet too)

So…

We bought you just a little bit.
We thought you'd have such fun with it.

This single skein
was Japanese
(and cost a lot,
forgive us please

for only buying one).
Hand-spun, hand-dyed --
lots of colors—
shocking, bright.

Amy:

Whatever shall I do with this?
Knitter's dilemma, knitter's bliss!

The wool is soft
upon my hands—
I think that I
shall make some plans

to knit a cover
for my hair.
A pattern for a rasta hat --
somewhere

should hopefully do the trick.
I hope that I can make it quick

so I can wear it to
the dragon*con meeting --
because my friends will
all be disbelieving

that a silly suburban
girl (so white!)
would ever dare to
claim the right

to wear a funky rasta hat.
Yes…I shall make a hat!

A rasta hat.
A domesticat
should have a hat
and that is that.

I christen thee… The funky chicken hat! (Unless you have a better idea, that is!)

(—sigh, I have a lot of hair.)