Treasure Island

Antonio Liao

(november 7,1957 / dapitan city)

a bedbug on my palm


now the bedbug
finally finds
its place
in one of the lines
of the palm of my hand

its life
depends on the nail of my thumb
its weapon now
is simply being a ball
all its feet
hidden under its spherical wings

it is not praying
it is simply waiting for its death
within a palm
there is no choice

except my own
indecision

Submitted: Tuesday, July 15, 2008

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