“You don’t indulge in much self-reflection, do you?” Peter asked me.
“Are you asking about that time in Reno I shot a man just to watch him die?” I answered.
(A poem from a friend (by Peter)
A big affair
I know more about particle physics than love
but you have a gravity of your own,
and I want to be around you.
A big affair
A fight for your attention and commitment,
a revelation, a feast of impressions,
I could drown in it.
Peter hops up for a handful of peanuts, then retakes his place on the deep red couch next to me. “Sure,” I say in my best frenetic, surly and spoiled voice, “leave me alone here - desperate for kisses - and then try and creep back into my life.”
Oct 18, 2022
Oct 18, 2022 at 4:52 PM UTC
“You don’t indulge in much self-reflection, do you?” Peter asked me.
“Are you asking about that time in Reno I shot a man just to watch him die?” I answered.
(A poem from a friend (by Peter)
A big affair
I know more about particle physics than love
but you have a gravity of your own,
and I want to be around you.
A big affair
A fight for your attention and commitment,
a revelation, a feast of impressions,
I could drown in it.
Peter hops up for a handful of peanuts, then retakes his place on the deep red couch next to me. “Sure,” I say in my best frenetic, surly and spoiled voice, “leave me alone here - desperate for kisses - and then try and creep back into my life.”
BLT Marriam Webster word of the day challenge: Frenetic: “anxiety-driven”
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