Flower Conroy

Not All Hexagons are Honeycombs But All Honeycombs are Hexagonal

Because I was dreaming the room I was in, in the fringe of waking
           I couldn’t tell what was dreamroom from what was wood & nail, glass & air.
                          I bolted upright in bed after having been dormant for half a century.
 
                          If you’re not losing sleep over the irregular patterns of the nightmare-
           catchers the Chernobyl spiders are weaving, you probably should be.
The sun is to blame. Or the ice receding, revealing the missing.

A girl vanishes into thin air & her sister says she’s been raptured.
           Sometimes I can’t explain why something happens so I hypothesize.
                          Because the candy-factory workers complained about the buzzing dumpsters,
 
                  the apiarists discovered the grids of blue & green honey.
      The fruit is the brainchild of the seed. Elsewhere it sleeted diamonds
& a funnel cloud, like an apocalyptic swarm, leveled

the town back into sacred geometry.
           It’d been a cold winter without sugary waste.




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Flower Conroy is the author of Facts About Snakes & Hearts, winner of Heavy Feather Press’ Chapbook Contest; The Awful Suicidal Swans; and Escape to Nowhere. She is the current Poet Laureate of Key West and a scholarship recipient of Bread Loaf, Squaw Valley, Napa Valley and the Key West Literary Seminar. Her poetry has appeared/is forthcoming in American Literary Review, Prairie Schooner, Gargoyle and others.