(Insert words) is spinning out of control, a tweeter all a twitter trolling the dark, early morning hours, a wedding ring spinning on a bar top, a five-cent coin spinning on a table top bumping a coffee cup, bouncing off a spoon, sputtering to a stop, a copper-head penny on the dirty floor. Don’t pick it up; let it rattle; let it roar. Walk out the door. Watch out for the troll tweeting in the dark, early, morning hours. Women, sweating and spinning in a spinning class, look out the glass into the dark, forbidding morass.