Flower Conroy

just because She devoured the twin in the womb

didn’t mean She must everything complicate/unless for sym-
metry/unless for the sake of music’s sake
didn’t Book of She

almost sound like banshee?

an entire pot of straight-up chicory coffee a handful of almonds
to settle the inner ships afloat in their systems
what was it She wanted

to master—suspense, titillation—to make sin an ax

to blend the eye?
some breathing space between the untender unintended enjambment

& instead? a yellow yard the bayou floods ;hair going grey too

slow a silver string of it here & there among the other hair
She thinks of the word premature & a series of examples flotsams
through Her mind ,,ejaculation being first baby

being last

LGBTQIA+ writer, NEA and MacDowell Fellow, and former Key West Poet Laureate, Flower Conroy’s first full-length manuscript, “Snake Breaking Medusa Disorder,” was chosen by Chen Chen as the winner of the Stevens Manuscript Competition; her second collection, “A Sentimental Hairpin,” is forthcoming from Tolsun Books. Her poetry will or has appeared in American Poetry Review, New England Review, Prairie Schooner, Michigan Quarterly Review and others.