The iceman

Ice in my veins today and all week too.

Forced myself to move until I just moved.

Cold packaged ice

sometimes it's flimsy

sometimes ice block hard

sometime you can hit them and break them up

sometimes you have to throw them on the floor

just throwing them over, bag after bag

fueling the act of drinking, and hanging out all summer

I don't partake in the same way

I'm the Iceman this summer

I participate in an entirely different wavelength than society 

this suits me

I fit into the empty spaces, like water running through the spaces of broken up pieces of ice

like walking through busy convenience stores 

navigating through the concessions

encouraging the beading sweat to find routes away from my eyes 

moving through doors and exchanges of words by the people of the city

I sweat, and it freezes on my face, then melts as quickly

I exist as a constant melting and freezing

hot and cold at the same time

simply filling my niche

just moving through the path of least resistance

Did you know some ice melts slower than other ice?

It depends on the conditions it was frozen in

I'm finding my melting point

and distinguishing it from sweating

so many varieties of water

I'm 80 percent

my bottles of water get hot while by the time I get back in the truck

My ice melts some

Chemicals release from plastic and end up somewhere

not inside me

I stick beverages into torn bags every other stop

This is the logistics of water and ice

Reviews

[roarke]

This piece moves fluidly. Great analogy in the telling. Strong write.