The Hymn to Truck Nuts and Quantum Theory by Jason Baldinger

Drinking with Renee and Nikki
at the Park House, we were talking
about truck nuts, wondering why
they don’t come with a dick attached
they could come uncircumcised
your truck could have a bris every day
as you barrel along the American highway

the ladies ask why there isn’t truck clits
or truck assholes for that fact
why can’t we have cars
that are anatomically correct
there are napkin drawings
schematics, I’m not sure which
a future millionaire got to take home

I start to tell Renee a story, now a poem
she’s heard it before, this is the danger
when you write your life
instead it launches us into alternate timelines
the quantum fracturing that each of our
decisions leave, the endless possibilities
honeycombed across our universe

she says I should write a book
of alternate histories of myself
I can’t fathom that obsessive endeavor
and I say so. Time is its own pandora’s box
regret, and the want to change the past
is such a ridiculous human feeling
it’s our choices, for whatever reason
that make us or leave us stranded

I thought about that history though, that
quantum alternative remembering being
twenty three with  a job offer, acorn I believe
as a community organizer
twenty k a year, and a move
to philly for training

I was with a girl, just getting started
on a relationship that would last
six years and change, my grandmother
was dying, it seemed like
leaving was the wrong thing to do that day

I called the guy back, a little tearful
not as free as I believed
truth or fiction
I went back to working in a bank
thirty seven hours a week

Jason Baldinger
Jason Baldinger has spent a life in odd jobs, if only poetry was the strangest of them he’d have far less to talk about. He’s traveled the country and written a few books, the latest of which are The Lower 48 (Six Gallery Press) and The Studs Terkel Blues (Night Ballet Press). A short litany of publishing credits include Blast Furnace, The Glassblock, Lilliput Review, Green Panda Press, Pittsburgh Poetry Review and Fuck Art, Let’s Dance. You can hear audio versions of some poems on Bandcamp, just type in his name.
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