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“Ice Cream Truck”

Ice Cream Truck

 

We will have cones, please.

Vanilla with rainbow sprinkles.

We will have the whole ice cream truck

and the street it is on. One serving

of the fence by the water. The water. We

will take the lamppost, the trees lining

the street, the bridge in the background.

We will take one of each building.

The entire city in the background.

Please serve us, as the sign says.

Sprinkles on everything. Give us

a house in the hills and only good

dogs that don’t bark or bite. Cookies

and a cask of merlot. A winery.

We would like to order a king

sized bed with a side of pillows.

We want something besides

popcorn and popsicles now.

We would not like one of your

popsicles. We have big plans.

Plans to freeze cream on

a satellite. With your funding,

we will have the first ice

cream on Mars. What’s our pitch?

We want the shared desire

to serve a specific consumer

need. We want to recreate

the feeling of live bodies in a pile

while listening to Lizzo.

We want the feeling of mommy

hands cradling our heads.

Contributor
Tracey Knapp

Tracey Knapp is a poet living in Berkeley, CA who works in communications and graphic design. Her first collection of poems is Mouth (42 Miles Press, 2015). Recent work has appeared in New Ohio Review, RattleSan Diego Poetry Annual and elsewhere.

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