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so i wanted to hide.
and i found the perfect hat for the occasion.
it was pink brim, round.
and i sat in the coffee shop,
i doodled a little.
didn’t make much eye contact.
mostly sat there, reading, with occasional sighs of relief,
but i knew that it was
just the perfect
disguise for this day
when i needed to feel
wrapped up in love (?)
and my new hat loves me (?)
just as much as i love it (?)
love? idk. strong word.
my new hat shields me
and i do nothing for the hat
but deeply enjoy its shielding.
someone created and crafted this damn thing
to do just this.
shield me

the co op cafe has these
bright poster arts displayed,
and it feels abaolutely RIGHT
to SURROUND myself
with fruits and veggies?
I can look at them without
too much assumption anyway?
and that’s nice.

and im kinda laughing
because this is the girl
i am.
my back to the crowd
lost in myself
no paranoia
just me and my new fucking hat.

it feels good to hide
in my new hat.
not lost out there somewhere
but settled and safe
right in here.
slowing, calming, sitting.
no assumptions, no explanations.

and when i look up,
its all pink brim from here.