I am holding / alienation

I am holding
alienation

with a space at one end for my thumb
and a spike at the other for my hide
Its hull pressures my joints
I squeeze but it remains solid
I pick it up, I put it down
It is icy tiny gravel, abrasive
even on my tough skin

I am holding
alienation

Let’s get really
cold

(First published in WA Poets Inc Fresh Poetry)

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