"I must've kneeled in the wrong place,

and prayed to the wrong god."

Sometimes maps don't do the

territory justice. How do you

account for culture, language,

and social (mis) demeanor?

The subtleties and xenophobia

hang like wet clothing and

inappropriate fashion decisions.

I walk out of step. (People stare

if you're the only one who isn't afraid)

What makes us weird? How do I get past

my prejudice for comport, affect and mannerism,

when people seek to cast feces and howl?