The Spiral

It was us in a car accident and our brain damage afterward. It was our special brain damage that spun us in circles. Like the way a mind keeps spinning when the real spinning stops. But our bodies spun so our minds could stay still. We were big spinny messes, but always spinning together. One day I stopped spinning. Some people said I got better, that I was cured. They said I was better even though you were still spinning without me. I can see us now—together once every 360 degrees. Neither of us were better. I reached out to you. I tried to stop you and clutching and spooning I would have held us together for a lifetime. But you had to spin and eventually you spun away from me. You left me wondering what to do in my stationary world. I’m still there, still wondering.