and the muzzle kept pointing at me
inadvertently
like there was a magnet
in the middle of my brain
or a psychic string
pulling death towards me
a frightening fascination
with the end of my story
gripped me for a couple minutes
it's a good thing
there weren't any bullets in it
i made a couple russian roulette jokes
that were met with nervous laughter
and safety tips
i'll never buy a gun
i couldn't handle it
