{"id":515,"date":"2015-01-05T00:10:19","date_gmt":"2015-01-05T05:10:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/?p=515"},"modified":"2015-01-05T00:10:19","modified_gmt":"2015-01-05T05:10:19","slug":"infant-museum","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/?p=515","title":{"rendered":"Infant Museum"},"content":{"rendered":"

I awoke in a sweat
\nbut the toys were asleep,
\nthe noise of childhood faded.
\nI had cut my hair, cut my finger,
\nbut couldn’t cut my losses.
\nTime bled, profusely, into the night.
\nLaughter is the hardest sound
\nto resurrect, silence a vacuum.
\nLet the words entertain, I thought.
\nRemote control and proliferating
\npixels had entered my bloodstream.
\nThe small plastic idols of my youth
\nsat undecomposed in landfills.
\nPerhaps last night’s play date
\nwas a dream. Maybe the toys are dead.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I awoke in a sweat but the toys were asleep, the noise of childhood faded. I had cut my hair, cut my finger, but couldn’t cut my losses. Time bled, profusely, into the night. Laughter … Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[16],"tags":[3,4,25],"class_list":["post-515","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poem-2","tag-poem","tag-poetry-2","tag-toys"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":261,"url":"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/?p=261","url_meta":{"origin":515,"position":0},"title":"Pole Axed","author":"Rick Young","date":"December 30, 2013","format":false,"excerpt":"Santa's in a mild depression. Elves were cut back by recession. Layoffs dampen his enjoyment. 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