How about this:
I'm an explorer.
The imperial kind,
wandering down native tributaries-
razor-keeled
canoe slicing through the water
so that it pulls back to either side in a wake
with muddy red wet in between
welts rising from mosquitoes,
biting flies, nettles, thorns
ankles twisting on grasping roots,
slashing at vines, veins
popping.
By the time I’ve bled a trail
into the forest, sunset
casts red over the limbs of trees.
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