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.

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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).