Icy isn’t it

As if I need more ways to fall

What are you trying to do, you cold bitch?

Kill me?

Send me tumbling down the driveway

Trip me up on a snowy rut

Feet flying out, ass bouncing on the ground

Icy isn’t it

Now I have a black eye

Swollen knee

I get back up

I don’t cry

Not dead yet you bitch

Sincerely,

I’m old

I fall I break and bruise and bleed

On the ice.