conspiracy

conspiracy with prawns -- Ryk Myers /downstairs photo by Shady Grove Oliver

Strangers tell me to jump to the flatbed of the moving
truck. I'm scared, it's moving faster. But I have to
get to town. I have to reach the party, where a fat
lady from Wisconsin blocks the table of Louisiana
jumbo prawns.

If I don't show, the old ambassador, who slew numerous
rebels in the recent uprising of migrant nuclear power
plant workers, and who wears a human ear around his
neck, will send out the gendarmes.

I leap to the truck bed, my whoop startles the
strangers. The ambassador won't know she isn't from
Wisconsin.