Fractioned Feast
We sip on the rays others let
slip through their shades
split open by trembling fingers
light tempered not to blind, but enough
to brighten the shadows that break
free. We grasp at the shed skins of
escaped bodies, a survival mechanism
we have evolved to survive
or so we say
while we sit spinning tales of each
other’s lives to fill the gap that yawns
between us. We tell ourselves
a peek through the blinds
is glimpse enough to satisfy, so
when hunger’s tide rises we
suck in our bellies, convinced
we should be satisfied with scraps
satisfied to offer
satisfied to receive
fractions of humanity’s whole






