These two poems by Sophie Ligaya dela Cruz dangle precariously between the lines of reverent and repulsive; intimate and distant; mercurial and steady. They tremble like heartbeats and demonstrate a yearning for an already faded warmth…
by: Sophie Ligaya dela Cruz
The Cannibal’s Exigence
Souls can
smile — though they
do not have any
tongues. Nor are
they shaped or tangible; and
yet this one
lingers sweetly on
my lips; leaves an absent
touch on my shoulder —
the cold tang of winter
........air.
Souls have no color
and no sound — but they
possess the phantom of
a character. They stumble,
singing drinking songs,
or they shift around with
choreographed precision.
The soul raises itself,
for supplication and mercy, partially
sideways, partially severed; it opens
wide and gulps, filling herself with
the aortic rhythm that only human
nature can create. I want a
morbid caress — the touch
of shaking palms — someone
to share myself with,
carefully presented and prepared,
taking me until I am
........split in two.
From the edge of
my core, I know
nothing is here.
Hearts were made for
satiation. I will
........never be full.
Wordsmiths Colonized My Mind
My mother tongue
is formed from smiling ghosts.
.......I hear it sing. My
.......shadows hum its chorus.
First, I’ll take each term from
rosy lips and blow them
from my palm — dandelion’s
petals roaring through the wind
.......and landing where the
.......spirits rise.
Then, I’ll greet the ground
on which we walk. She
sees me every day, and links
my lungs to sky with rounded
chains — yet will not learn
.......my name when she
.......comes calling.
And last, I’ll dress in blue and
white, neither borrowed nor
bent — taken from that
.......slanted world we own,
.......But do not remember.
So let us speak again of
mirages — their softened, silver rays —
.......I’ll hold the trails where they
.......may never lose me.
Sophie Ligaya dela Cruz is a teenaged novelist, poet, and em-dash enthusiast currently attending the University of California, Berkeley. Their work has appeared in publications such as Polyphony Lit and Neologism Poetry Journal. When they aren’t writing, Sophie is pinching crab rangoons, twirling pens between their fingers, and watching the stars float in the sky.
yeah sophie!!! their writing is absolutely exquisite <33