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Transformation
Years late, Galatea began to turn backto stone, notat the extremities where her new flesh deriveda familiarity over time with patina, with yield, with the giveand take of other textures. No.The yearn was sub-cutaneous, sub rosa, where the bloodrose to her skin, sluggishly, remembering the slower timeof marble, the gravity of a less volatilearrangement of molecules. She took to standing in the fields. The duskanother thing neither here nor there, a lessening oflight leaning toward the crystalline stars. [End Page 56]
shangrila willy is a poet and writer living in Baltimore. She has a bsfs in culture and politics and a JD from Georgetown University and an MA in fiction and poetry from Johns Hopkins. Her poems have appeared in Rattle, Cream City Review, and Magma Poetry, among others.
