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How high are the wolves?

How high are the wolves?
by Jeremiah Walton

How high are the wolves?

“YOU HAVE TWO FUCKING OPTIONS KID
AND IF YOU HESITATE I’LL PUT ONE BULLET IN HER ASS
BREAK HER FINGERS BLOODY
SHOOT YOUR BALLSAK
YING YANG YOUR BODIES
THEN STOMP YOU BOTH DEAD
Here are your options.”

The thought tosses me a gun.

“Shoot yourself
or I shoot Her.”

*bang*

The wolves are stoned.

previously published in Fuck Art, Let’s Dance

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About the Author

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Jeremiah Walton is wary of bios, but there's the current sign they're flying: “Jeremiah Walton is founder of Nostrovia! Press & traveling bookstore Books & Shovels. They’ve featured at the NYC Poetry Festival, Oakland Beast Crawl, San Francisco Lit Crawl, Death Rattle, the Kansas City Poetry Throwdown, Cleveland’s Guide to Kulchur: Snoetry, among other lit fests, street corners, & living rooms across the country. They loath-themselves, & are struggling to find a healthy extension of the poem that incorporates publishing. Consistently confused, & trying to make space for compassion for the parts of myself I hate.” That feels like tattooing "love me" across my neck, but hopefully you get to know me thru my poems, not the accolades that are nothing more than memories to let go of.

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