A Boy Named Queen

A Boy Named Queen — page 1
1 Evelyn has forgotten how to fold up the lawn chair Push Pull Right One hand on the back press a knee here yank upward and Ouch Evelyn shakes her hand hard as if she can fling out the pain She puts her throbbing finger in her mouth and sucks gazing up It is a bright Tuesday The sky is perfectly clear No popcorn bursts no cottony fistfuls of chair stuffing not a single down feather Only strange patches where the blue is so light that when Evelyn peers into them they lose color completely They’re like windows or tunnels Maybe to outer space Click-click A sparrow scrabbles for a hold on the