Fleeting meetings

Stranger, I know not you

But you smiled at me

Stranger, I've never seen you before

But you rose from your seat

On the F train so

I could sit

And I shared your body

Warmth on a cold winter's day

In a subway. Stranger,

I don't know who you are

But you followed me from

20 steps behind in a lonely lane

On a dark night.

Stranger, you don't know who I am

But you told me of

Your watch-obsessed girlfriend

Maybe you were drunk.

And you stranger, you met me

At an ATM machine

And told me stories

Of how many people

Abused your body, here

And here and here.

Stranger, you're no

Stranger to me.