The Boy in the Marigolds

Come to Dinner

7 April 2017

“Come to dinner,” she’d said.
One by one, speech slurs.
A fork clatters.
A slop signals that it has begun.
As clarity claims their eyes,
poison claims her guests.
She dabs a napkin to her mouth
and returns to the meal.

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