i advance upon the campground
of wayless disciples.

i feel cold. my presence as the un
wanted season / my

presence bright as detection and
wet with reason

[for being there].
the journey was warm,

full of tongues tropical
and otherwise.

i arrive wearing
nothing. the camp -

yellow with doubt. i say,
"this is so midwestern".

i drag the so behind
me like a dog.

the disciples eye
me like a dangerous animal.

i am a dangerous animal: reasons
[for being] shine wet like ****.