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.



I love that you are a “regular”!