She Goads Me

You insist on arguing. I am silent. You goad me. My cheeks are flinching, but you do not notice. You attack me. I nod my head. Not saying anything. I can play this game all day, longer than you maybe. You try another tact. I would walk away if you were not my friend and my cousin. So I stay and try to change the subject to something pleasant. You keep your tirade going. I finally say good bye. As a last resort you attack one of my children. It’s on now…..