In Costco

In Costco; crowds jostle carts nudge. Trying to be invisible. An acquaintance recognizes me, asks: ‘how am I doing?' I reply, I don’t like the color purple, quickly move on. Outside, a bleak sky hovers as if it had nowhere else to go. A belligerent Santa shakes a plastic bucket under my nose. I used to be able to wiggle my ears – that’s just a fact. Not bragging. Driving home, I ask myself how I’m doing? I definitely need to consider that one day.