ALIEN FINGERS

Tihani Arbogast

I’m just minding my own business, drifting along

with the current. Jellyfish get irritated when they see me
mocking them. Sometimes I like to pick at one,
but thats playing with fire. It’s hard to tell the difference between jellyfish
and alien booby traps nowadays.

My back is a slimy prairie. If only my flippers

could hold a back scratcher. The prairie gets itchy, my damn flippers can’t reach
back to claw at it.
My stomach rumbles a sound similar to falling pebbles. I exit the current highway
to scour for a salad bar.

My buffet line is looking an awful lot like trolls were just here. Almost everything
is dead. I finally find a patch of food, and start to nibble away. My beak could crush
a cement brick. Out of the corner of my almond eye, aliens start approaching me.

Crap. Here we go again.

I finish my last couple bites of salty salad, and start to head back to the highway. Alien fingers
graze my back. Their breathing devices and flashy mirrors hurt my eyes. Damn aliens, your
giving the prairie vitamins!
Stick those purney meat fingers in my face again
and feed me if your gonna destroy my meal!