I carry a razor in my shoe.
It's not to cut you up.
But in case I find a patch of dark, unruly hair,
I can shave it there and then.
What is happening to my skin?

This is growing in a place where hair
Used to be pale and wan, and blonde,
And tamable.

And now I also have the urge
To drink my water from a ditch.

I don't eat,
Yet I'm solid and can swing
From limb to limb and tree to tree.

What will become of me
When it has taken hold,
And I can't fight the urges or the air
Or the hair any longer?

-jenn