I Never Know Where To Put My Eyes When I Am In the Walmart

blueberries are not an option oversize strawberries, maybe. 16 pack of pop-tarts the workers look worried or weary worn down by the woman who taps on her wrist-watch with her forefinger her painted mask forms a frown her eyebrows are more aggressive flashing lights spilled onto the glossy floor tiles the shelves are soaked in strange i am invisible avoiding intentional eye-contact content to be a casual observer unnoticed by an acquaintance out of context unaccustomed to our bodies without barriers beside the cereal boxes i wonder if i look different behind bullet-proof glass fat-free or chocolate 2% there is no middle-ground but i prefer the color blue to brown so the choice is made easier by arbitrary affections this is where college students collect the contents of their refrigerators this is where bananas are available after midnight on a thursday or is it friday? all i can say is that it doesn’t matter much in this fluorescent fantasy land everything is affordable especially time because wages are waning and the hunger will never cease.