By: Amber Thompson
An empty bottle of
rattles under my seat.
and it sounds like some
menacing thing scraping my chassis–
Not tea or Ne-Hi. Coke.
I’m standing in front of the cold drinks
in a gas station outside Sarcoxie, Missouri,
with car trouble
three days before Christmas.
Sharp right into our neighborhood
and it sounds like the ice cream truck
playing “Jingle Bells” mid-July–
still hollow and unsolicited
Amber Thompson’s work has recently appeared online in Rockvale Review and Critical Read and in print with Ocotillo Review. During college, her writing transitioned from newspaper reporting and editing to poetry and narrative nonfiction. A native Oklahoman, Thompson currently resides in Illinois with her husband Daniel. She blogs about vintage at www.beautifuldayforvintage.com.