Adrift
She floats in porcelain, a vessel within vessel,
the ocean swallowing her smallness whole.
Stars melt on her tongue like sugar cubes—
sweet collapse of distant suns.
The cup holds her folded body, a girl-seed
curled against the cosmic dark.
Waves foam and hiss, but she is elsewhere,
drinking light, eating constellations.
This is how we survive: becoming small enough
to fit inside our own dreaming.
-Artwork created in Photoshop and additional image-painting programs
-Poetry written by me
-both copyright to ©Stacy Stephens