That speck of soft and moist matter
between your fingers — without a name,
origin uncertain — which you briskly roll
and rub, like flour, could be rheum,
mucus, or your own skin tissue
stuck in your fingernails
when you clawed at yourself
in your sleep…
That cold pool drenching your bed…
Likewise, I really don’t know.
Karlo Sevilla is a freelance writer who lives in Quezon City, Philippines. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Philippines Graphic, Radius, Peacock Journal, Eternal Remedy, Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine, Razorhouse, Riverfeet Press Anthology, and elsewhere. In his “spare time,” he coaches wrestling, trains in Brazilian Luta Livre, and does volunteer work for the labor group Bukluran ng Manggagawang Pilipino (Solidarity of Filipino Workers).