anxiety

if an icicle falls from its perch
and stabs my body on the stoop
it won't be too soon
because there is a wave of flaming icicles
on the soccer field and an east wind in my hair
and you know what that means
it means I will be on fire
my smell will carry through the hallways,
and freezing
my body will shatter, limbs will pop bike tires
and stabbed
my juices will stain the concrete
and that would hurt, I think
a little more than just one
sharp and cold
icicle to the soft and warm brain,
right?
It will just be like a pinprick, probably.