Shannon Connor Winward

FLOAT


You think it's funny that I fly so low—
this belly makes me vulnerable.
They keep coming at me with their
needles, their cameras, trying to see
              what keeps me off the ground. 
I am beyond them.  I'd be snuggling with
falcons if it weren't for you, this is you
inside me, this is you weighing me
down, this is you.  Is it any wonder
I brood up here alone.

                                    
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