midnight grocery shopping after watching days and days of viking week on the history channel

grocery cartswould not make good long boats:too many holes.a disabled freezer chestin aisle 5 providesa cold sea to wade through,and i do, with large, heavy steps.tonight i would be satisfiedwith another man’s womanthrown over my bulky shoulder.her name would be helgato my sven.barring a lack of women to abduct,even a large fish to char would be nice.instead, i am left with a tin canof tuna—dolphin-friendly at that.i throw the caninto the cart with more musclethan needed.an elderly lady hoveringbeside the green beansclutchesher pink sequined pursetight to her sagging chest.overripe tomatoes fallfrom her gnarled-root hands,explode, then bleedonto the cool green linoleum.i smell bloodand like it.