They will judge you
whether they know enough to do so
or not,
because a lie is the shortest distance
between a stranger and a threat.
Certain skin, shapes, tongues,
ways of loving and of seeing God(s),
the way your body moves or doesn’t,
these are no mystery
though, maybe, magic.
You are a map, unfurling.
There are no shortcuts to the truth.
FHB
Going the distance

FHB’s somebody I’d like to be, or at least be like, if it might ever be granted me at long last to grow up.
Lovely!