A poetic retelling of an unfortunate seduction

perfect stranger



is it fair to say
I’m a stranger?
not strange
I said, a stranger.
someone you have
never met,
never laid eyes on
or hands for that matter…
I am only what
you can see, here
on your computer
nothing more
nothing less
just the parts of me
that I chose to
let you see,
maybe letting you 
believe that you’ve
uncovered, these
all on your own,
when in reality
you were
hand fed them,
by none other than


"If you walk away, I’ll walk away. But first tell me which road you will take. I don’t wanna risk our paths crossing some day. So you walk that way, I’ll walk this way.”