Stranger from the Internet

I’m just a stranger from the Internet
Who lives 1.8 kilometers away
Who shows up at your door like an uninvited guest
And feeds you strange food every other day

I’m just a stranger from the Internet
Who messes up your sleeping schedule
Who occupies half of your bed
After a ride that wastes your fuel

I’m just a stranger from the Internet
Who loves your crinkling eyes as you grin
Who randomly throws your name into every chitchat
Then cries my eyes out when I’m left on seen

I’m just a stranger from the Internet
Who finds you so achingly familiar
So gentle and mellow, the bestest of the best
Even potential, mayhaps, of being a keeper

So tell me, stranger from the Internet
Can you just stop being a stranger?
But if that is too much of a request
You will still be my favorite one ever.

Maastricht, 1/2019

the breakup poem that took me so many tears

make a splash

If you know me, you might know that I’m super enthusiastic about dating apps.
If you know me a bit better, you might also know that I haven’t been swiping for over 5 months now.

I still receive notifications from Bumble and Tinder though – those nudges that they send you when you haven’t been back on the apps for a while.

I wouldn’t say that I wrote this piece – I just put together and rearranged words from those notifications. The words here belong to Bumble, and the illustration is a stock image. The style is inspired by (and quite frankly, stolen from) this guy who turned his girlfriend’s sleep talking into Rupi Kaur-like poems.

This is also done as a little throwback to my Bachelor’s thesis on Bumble, which was started around this time last year.

To the splashes and waves that we all wanna make.

Hà Nội, 04/2021