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


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Jeremiah Walton

Jeremiah Walton is wary of writing a bio.

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