If you have never felt hunger
a desperation so deep in your gut
that it gnaws at your bones and
it speaks in vernacular tongues
whispering to your pain addled brain
in the devil’s voice it denies,
tries to convince your starving stomach
that it doesn’t need that sustenance
then you have no right to tell me to be patient.
It is devastating, to stand in the
refrigerator light sobbing,
in the open door of a food filled fridge and
know that there is not a damned thing in it
that you can ingest or imbibe
and there is nothing you can use
to fill that emptiness inside.