Facts about Snakes & Hearts, a 2015 poetry chapbook by Flower Conroy

The Starvation Artist Puts Her Mouth to Heaven

A wishing bell resounds in the clean-cut air but is meaningless.
The drifting lover says nothing of the night-

jar’s churring—in twilight even stranger than dark’s
other rattlings, as of wings or horns,

beyond the verdant herringbone of mountain-trees.
Consider the whitespace a waterfall buried within,

the back of a mirror, where the ghost in the machine
keeps the body here. Now the whippoorwill

is an inexplicable thing. It turns its external ear
to the how-much-is-too-much-when-is-enough-enough-wind.

I turn & face the otherwise empty window the panorama
stares back from. Geodesic dome, grotto of asteroids,

satellites & starlight debris, mint-laced breadth, a feast
I eat with my eyes.


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