Catalog 3.0 (The Stranger Edition)

The stranger who asked for my underwear
but I ended up going home with his instead.

The stranger who made me jerk off in his car
but kept slowing down at the speed bumps to stall me.

The stranger who acted as if nothing had happened
after he caught me knicking the fake Tommy Hilfigers
from his laundry pile.

The stranger who shouted at me for drinking
his fresh 100% natural orange juice without
his permission, while his breath still smelled
of my 100% natural juice.

On buses, the stranger I keep winking at.

The stranger beside me in the public lavatory
who spent fifteen minutes pissing, fifteen minutes
washing his hands and another fifteen minutes stalking me home.

The stranger who would not let go of me in his mouth
and had to slap at the temple before he would.

During a particularly nasty dog flea infestation in my house
the stranger who counted insect bites on one side of my body
and then multiplied the figure by two.

The stranger who would not believe I really was Arvin
Abejo Mangohig until I recited “The End of the World”
out loud to him from memory.

The stranger who used my semikal haircut
as a kind of body scratcher. (Also see “The stranger who
counted…”)

The stranger whose crotch I kept staring at
while I was selling books at the university
because it was display level.

When I walk the dogs, the stranger is always just
around the corner.