FEATURED POETRY: Pygmalion by Karlene Cabaraban

I will fall all over again

on your artful hands that pluck

the thorns from my flesh, and pinch

my unrestful body

like clay

shaping my muted lips into

a loud, deafening pucker—

(you beckon me with your mad

loneliness, Galatea,

bittersweet like the fall of rain

on the galvanized iron

ceiling)

I will fall all over again

then feel your artful hands on

the cold, marble bust of my skin

unrestful, you mastered

me.