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.