Walking on Air in Gannet Slippers
by Stephanie Green
My lover slits the neck,
clears out the innards
and empties the head, except
for the crown, now a heel.
Turned inside out,
it’s cosy as a womb.
Their crowns crack
as I shuffle along.
I have flying dreams
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