Supermarket Celebration

Supermarket celebration shoppers are cytoplasm searching for cellulose, muscle, photosynthesis. Oils, petrochemical and vegetable love: faith and trust for instance, the Food and Drug Administration. In America, the custom is to avoid meeting the other shoppers' eyes. We graze like cows or wander as zombies to the oldies played over the aisles. I've always liked it here. Cornucopia, yes. Also a place to be alone and depressed, or cool off. Water and bone and the known ingredients. Neurons for remembering, calculating, touching stuff. I have a favorite bagger who has the smile of a lover, wouldn't rather be elsewhere. Like glamour stars in bikinis (but unlike tomatoes and bananas) cashiers and clerks are admired from afar. Joe says What's not to like? Ice cream, yogurt, profit, tofu. To eat your fill is a blasphemy against God.