I’m so hungry I cry and my stomach laughs
I tremble and swirl the water in my mug
Weeping
Weeping at the cold against my palm
Weeping against the sound of the splash
Weeping at how easy the water slides down my throat
Weeping that the cold remains when I lift my palm off the mug 
Weeping that the cold dies as soon as my skin and the air warm it
Weeping 
Weeping and all my sounds are a single syllable
Weeping that all my sounds are a single syllable 
Weeping 
This has all been here always
It's just today I noticed