Spin

It was a pattern we fell into,
me and you.

You’d say something to bait me;
coming from you,
it was easy.

Eventually, I acted
only to provoke you, and neither of us knew
how to rein the other in, so we would
spin spin spin.

Even young, I had a name
and you miscalled it again, again
so I would fight for you to see me as I am.
You moved like a propeller.
I would push and you would pull; together,
ever ever ever
we would spin spin spin.