a field of manhole covers by Jason Baldinger

manhole
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a field of manhole covers
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seems every morning
after sun-up the sky commits
suicide. we’re left to pockets
of gray to sit with endlessly
.
pull myself together, out of bed
inventory or lottery, which new
old thing hurts. stop. listen
time throbs, fuck middle
age is a helluva drug
.
stare out the window, don’t
notice traffic too busy
staring through time
memories fall out my eyes
.
I remember hangovers
better than anything,
a field of manhole covers
some years don’t dry out
.
too much time stretches
between narratives
that time frays and ends
same the first time as every time
I realize this might be all that’s left of this heart
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jason
Jason Baldinger is a poet from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.  A former Writer in Residence at Osage Arts Community, he is co-founder and co-director of The Bridge Series. He has multiple books available including The Better Angels of our Nature (Kung Fu Treachery) and Everyone’s Alone Tonight with James Benger (Kung Fu Treachery Press) as well as the chapbook “Blind Into Leaving (Analog Submission Press). His work has been published widely in print journals and online. You can listen to him read his work on Bandcamp and on lps by the bands Theremonster and The Gotobeds.
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