As I lay in bed this morning thinking about my favorite accessories . . .The new cowboy boots . . .
The necklace made of nails . . .
The headband made of fabric from the artist’s grandma’s dress . . .
And the beaver belt . . .
. . . I realized that I still had not made good on my promise to take funny pictures of me wearing my beaver belt to submit to the real-life Beevers who created it.
My initial plan was to go to the zoo wearing my belt and stage some dumbass picture of me in my belt with real beavers. I wore that belt to the zoo like three times this summer and never once saw a beaver.
So I lay there, wondering how I could right this wrong, when suddenly it came to me that I could WRITE this wrong and crafted this poem as a way of letting katrocket and The Beevers know that I have not forgotten my promise: