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.