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Tim Brockett<\/h1>\n

Recycling Day<\/span><\/h2>\n

In a blue plastic bin at my curb, the thought
\nof his tongue in your mouth waits
\nto be sanitized and shredded,
\nthen pressed into the image
\nof the loving, peaceful home
\ndreamed about
\nby a brokenhearted eight-year-old
\nat Sister Mary’s Orphanage. <\/p>\n

Tim Brockett<\/strong><\/span> writes poetry and juggles flaming pianos, often simultaneously.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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