The Derelict Hosts a Dinner Party by Byron Wilson
Everything was fine
Until he let a few unflattering
Words loose. They shattered
Into syllables, grew wings
And scattered like bats
Caught in a tangle of rafters.
One swooped low, grazing
The nape of a guest’s neck,
While the rest traced a
Grotesque circle overhead
Like starved vultures.
Byron Wilson graduated from Chico State University. He currently works as a marketing copywriter and motorcycle journalist and lives in southern Oregon with his wife and two dogs. You can find him snooping around Twitter under the handle @olddelusion.