Vines, in which she is the earth
Betty Stanton
nothing keeps your
spine numb, cold
nothing dissolves you
like this dance, this
turning you to foam
to mist
to drowned roots
plant them deep and they
will grow
like
vines.
Drowned, in which she is the sky
you were drowning
when the sky found you,
corrupted & hungry
& breathing you like air,
an aching moment
for starved lungs,
when you sink
the sky crushes your shadow
behind you.
Betty Stanton (she/her) is a writer who lives and works in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in various journals and collections and has been included in anthologies from Dos Gatos Press and Picaroon Poetry Press. She received her MFA from The University of Texas - El Paso.