I am a dog walker I am cooking beans I am the misprint in the formula I am heavy snow at night the scrape of the plow I am bored and ashamed of my boredom I am eating cashews pecans sunflower seeds I am a deer of seven tines I am the sluggish pulse I am a new sound in the deep forest just once I am an empty bag of highly flavored corn chips by the off ramp I am the mistake that leads to greatness I am a wave breaking on dark rock I am a wave breaking on sand

The New Sound

those faithful plants I neglected still shelter my [redacted] even after the party is long gone the conversation buried in coarse sand

you mentioned that the fashion this year will be nothing but zippers and mismatched shoes so leave me out of it and let me sleep in the sweet green morning calls dropping dew

but at my back I sometimes hear Noel Fielding reciting bad poetry in my ear and

perhaps the goal is to write something that no forget it yes I see you noticed it too but went back to your puzzle so thanks for that