I've just noticed that my third boob — a surplus nipped areola, smaller, less pigmented, lower, left of center, roughly midway between east tit and belly button — is almost gone. Vanishing from neglect, I suspect, or maybe just obscured by “the beard on my belly”, dubbed such by my nephews a dozen years ago. Yes, I just shared the first fifteen lines of a riff on my third breast. True. The poem. ...