Pick me up when I get home

Grasp me the way I clutch 

My knees on the train

Twirl me the way I

Spin in your pockets.

Take care of my body

As I age like brass coin

Rinse me as you learn

How to love the patina on my face

Rub it off in concentrated circles

Feel the oil and grime on your fingertips

Wipe it slowly on your thighs

Watch as the dirt becomes a residue

That sprouts small versions of us

Popping from the surface like memories

As I return, a glassy coin

Satisfied and shiny

With the erosion of your fingers

divots on my skin.