Sometimes in Shop Rite and other grocery stores there are whole fish in the seafood department. They are pretty big, kind of just sitting on ice, and still have the skin and everything in tact. I like to poke the eyes when people are looking. Like, I'll pretend to be a connoisseur, and partially I am because seafood is my favorite kind of food, but I just hover over looking down at it. I'm judging that damn fish, by the cover, by the page, I'm pretending to formulate an opinion. And as its lifeless eyes stare back at me, we both know how it's going to end, the only way it truly can end. I give a haughty turn, and then I just poke the eye. Sometimes I let it feel around, touching that damn fish eye. I'll never buy one, I wouldn't know what to do with it, but I'll pretend to be Mr. Seafood Bourgeois just so I can feel its now defunct peeper.