Kids These Days by Cameron Blais

it’s one fifty-four &
I’m up
smoking butts
with my
inner child on my
mother’s front porch.

he tells me he’d choose camels
over reds,
& that he
prefers matches to
a lighter (unless he’s smoking
in the wind)

But he still laughs
when I call them
“butts” because

“butts” is a funny word

& I don’t mention
the divorce, or
the way he’d see his mom in a few years

& he doesn’t mention the way
I won’t shut up
about literary realism or
needing a job

“always be polite”
I can hear his father


Published by

Jeremiah Walton

Oi ! I’m Jeremiah Walton. For the past ~3 years I’ve been bopping around the U.S. between hitchhiking + rubber tramping, running traveling bookstore Books & Shovels + indie publisher Nostrovia! Press. My focus is in-person distribution at open mics + features + busking. Word of mouth is a fulfilling & feels to be a more intimate promotional process. I’ve featured at the NYC Poetry Festival + San Francisco Lit Crawl + Snoetry Cleveland + Beast Crawl Oakland + This Lil Lit Fest + street corners across the country. There’s a handful of my books floating around the country, but most recently is “From Here Til Utopia” (Ghost City Press). Raccoons + coyotes are my companions. Hope you dig the poems, much love, thank you❤

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