Binge Eating in 2067

Wild man is the same as me
starved into fractions.

We all are, the whole colony
raised on antennae

sugar cane screenshots
pixelated onions.

But I have a jaw that seeks chunks
and he has the heart of a fat man.

In his cabin we drink vapor gravy
snarf dust fowl, sediment meats.

Nothing is enough
he hangs me from the bunks

then slaps my growling stomach
until I spew static

making space for ash fish
and elemental octopi.

I find a thighbone in his mattress
and think of friends gone missing.

I hear my human heart beat
and wonder why he has utensils.

When he cooks a real live cassoulet
flesh and oil, no hoax

I turn my face from the tray
and put my fingers in his mouth.