National Poetry Month: CASTING OUT THE KING OF BOYS by Zachary Schomburg

Casting Out the King of Boys

by Zachary Schomburg

On my last day as king, I watched a dirty movie behind

the couch. My father said I should get used to that sort of

thing. I ate every last possible meal in the refrigerator.

Those were great memories from someone exactly like

me’s childhood. Now I am in a field, I am part of the

field, like a poppy, in my pretty dress. There is nothing

larger to grow into.

This poem is from issue 38.1. You may purchase a copy here.