in my coffee cup
every morning
filling it up
as the sun’s dawning

I sob
in the shower
my tears blend
with the soap and water
but I can’t wash away the pain

I sob
in the rain
til my mascara runs
a black stream
over a mountain of nose
and cheeks
into a dead dream
that doesn’t speak
the same language as me

I sob
in my soup
swirling between the carrots
and noodles
hair matted to my eyes
as a miniature poodle

I sob
in my pillow
muffling the sound
of the white noise
from the broken ceiling fan
spinning around

I sob
gobs of electric blue
til I shock myself
over you