Evan Jones

Eight poems


When Maximin shouts at the Emperor
Severus, almost in a breath, Look at me,
look what I can do, he is gigantic,
his body is taut but has no purpose
than to flex and recover. Severus
is content. It is his son Geta’s birthday.
Look at me, Maximin shouts, look
what I can do. And he never stops,
you know? He will always do.


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