“Storm Caught” by Flower Conroy

Storm Caught

What my not turning away says.
You removing

your soaked shirt
in the doorway.

My being made
unprepared by curve

& dip. That a deluge
begins in sun.

That if rain triangulated
your stomach,

glazed your ilium, from where I
froze, I could not

attest Yes
or No. Understand

my staring as a puddle
engulfing a ship,

my silence the ghost-
ship of that ship,

its drowned quarry.
Drenched from chin to waist,

you wrung
your shirt

then elbowed back in,

cotton, clinging
to your ribs.


Flower Conroy Punch Drunk Press’s third Featured Woman Poet this August! She is the author of the chapbooks Facts About Snakes & HeartsThe Awful Suicidal Swans; and Escape to Nowhere.  Her poetry has appeared in American Literary ReviewPrairie Schooner, Gargoyle and other journals. She is the current Poet Laureate of Key West. 

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