At the grocery store my grandmother is dying. The man in front of the counter leers at the salmon swimming belly up in crushed ice. His finger points hard into the glass and makes a little fog imprint. His finger is warmer than fish. He asks with moral authority, “Is this just salmon or is this wild salmon?” Man In Apron assures him that this salmon is much more wild than other salmon that is less wild.
In the dining area the men are impressing. He has a newer smart phone. He has been finding so much pleasure from his meditation group. He has taken up making his own almond oil. He is very excited about progress. The screen on his cell phone is slightly bigger than other models of cell phones. He crushes almonds and my grandmother is dying.