Shannon Connor Winward
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.