Maple Hot Chocolate

and finding comfort at the co-op

the co-op is comforting
with fresh produce and hungarian mushroom soup
and pheobe bridgers playing
there is much less noise
fewer choices 
my brain is lighter
but I still get maple hot chocolate mix on the end cap
I recognize the cashier as a barista from the local coffee shop 
where they just hung up a polaroid of me on the wall
for being a "regular."
I'm tired of making choices 
to figure out 
how I'm supposed to be 
I wish I could just be 
and drink maple hot chocolate
and be a regular at the coffee shop
where people know my name.