problem dog.

you guide my finger to the trigger.

my hands are shaking,

but yours are steady,

palms somewhere south of cold

where they rest against my opisthenars.

you taught me that word, among others,

like what catalysis means and

how to begin it and

synonyms for suffering

and new ways to feel it,

but i don't need you to show me how to hold a gun.

(you're just teaching me to pull the trigger.)