acts of mundane violence

i drop
three icecubes
into the bottom
of the glass.

i pour a blanket
of vodka
on top.

instantaneously
the bones
of the icecubes
crack,
but
there is a purpose
to this barbarity,
i think
to myself,
and the vodka
is at least chilled.

i take
that first sip,
with my feet
still in place
where
i committed
this act,

and then
i continue
that conversation
in my head,
about something
i already have forgotten
about.