She Was Having An Affair In A Nylon Camping Tent.

I sat with him.

We ate a junkyard picnic as he tossed a surprise-bomb into my lap.

'I've had a baby,' he said.

'I named him after you,' he said, lighting the fuse.

He said the tent wasn't warm.

It was holed out by a bullet in the flap.

All I saw was the explosion.