Flower Conroy
Notes on The Weight of a Hummingbird
From mouth to mouth to mouth to
grieve. Interrupting life-
lines, a scar marks my left palm
from when, picking wildflowers in a field,
unbeknownst, I pulled at a thread
of devil’s rope.
First the sharp quill prick,
then the surrounding
thrum. Frequently baroque expansiveness,
not mere ornament, writes Boll.
It won’t be easy but I have to do it, admits
the speaker & it is raining leaves
& blooms, it is raining leaves
& blooms of blood because the wind
like a scalpel excises them
& they, beautiful-
severed bodies, tambourine & drum, fall
in wind’s time.
The coming-undone
garland, the hands
buried within the cavity, the sawbones
lifting away
sternum, lung, lung.
Once the moon was marzipan;
a corsage; tinsel-
headed. Once the moon was
Shatter Me. How does one recover
after? Sometimes, one must
receive emptiness for what it is. More
artifact, like touched
ellipses, a lock
emptiness slips ungloved through,
& the opening branches
revealing the suddenly—orchid—chambers.
LGBTQ+ writer and former Key West Poet Laureate, Flower Conroy’s first full-length manuscript, “Snake Breaking Medusa Disorder” was chosen 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.