This is an illustration from 2011. Busy but had to run A.C.’s poem on the hair belt.
Wolfish
There is hair
Everywhere
Behind my knees
Between that crease,
In my nose
Between my brows
And just yesterday I
Found one on my chin
Perhaps it migrated
From my verdant groin.
There’s hair in a line,
Navel to clit.
There’s an unruly mop,
All up in that pit.
Some toes like the hobbitses
The sideburns of Wolverine.
Anil Kapoors shins,
And an upper lip like Frida, YAS QUEEN.
You may not see it all,
But I promise you it’s there.
A waxed vajayjay coming into bloom
Is really hard to bear.
Spare a thought to those hairy chicks,
Who have everything but a dick.
Buy her a ice cream one sticky Sunday,
And make her stay.
For though her golden downy beard
Might glisten like
a thousand splendid suns,
Take her for what she is,
cuz she’ll take you for all your toe jam
and your saggy buns.
