A Big Affair

“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.”