My belly seems to be gearing up a large-scale recruitment for more hairs.
Every day new golden growths appear ever outward on my stomach.

The hairs on my head have heard the horn,
and are heading out in herds.
Some of them never make it as far as my belly,
but stop to raise families and plantations
along the formerly empty plains of my shoulders and back.

The fuzz on my forearms seems content enough
with its independence from the rest of my body, though it's greedy for space:
it is beginning to cover my skin like carpet.

I am afraid that sometime in the near future
my stomach is planning an alliance with my back.
If I am correct then all is lost.
I shall be hidden forever in a forest hair,
never to be seen again.

AcB 10.27.00