the ice cube

look at my goosebumps
she says,
putting an ice cub on her leg.
cool,
isn't it. a fleshy field
of bumps.
we are bored people.
ice cubes
are holding our interest
at nine o'clock
on a Tuesday night.
the television
is on mute,
naked and afraid.
who hasn't been you offer
her,
as she moves the ice
cube
to her knee.
what? she says.
licking the drips
off her hand.