"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 magic of your own,
and I want to be around it.
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."
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Marriam Webster: Frenetic = "anxiety-driven"*
'Marriam Webster: Frenetic = 'anxiety-driven'* ' try Merrium-Webster, ......but don't call me
Ok, yours is sort of a poem (light) , but his is sort of 'heavy', unless he was joking. Your humor, however, seemed light and delightful. bri ;)
Yes, true, Peter is always a bit more on the serious side - he can't help it - I think that's how people get in their 20s
3 1/2 [call it 4] stars. I first thought Peter was acting like a monkey and you were holding the bag, following hes poem. It IS one he composed? : )
Peter wrote the poem called "a big affair" I just added two bits of random conversation from before and after the poem..
Well, anais, WAS Peter asking about that time in Reno YOU shot a man just to watch him die? Did 'P' think you SHOULD have 'reflected, inwardly'; if so, before or after the shot? Or before AND after? bri : )
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
how's Peter now?