a crow with a french fry

i made eye contact with a woman in another car. she looked at me for longer than our eye contact, she possessed a deceptively vulnerable smile of soulless desire. she could extract it all, the life, the love, the fantasy, the hope, the sadness and the pain, and both of us would be emptier. one of us destroyed. the other still hungry. she flipped her turn signal to the opposite direction, and went the other way. i would have resisted her. i have avoided her. but i know you are there, and i know what you want. there are no strangers.