I Juggle Many Objects Some Dangerous

Home, work, relationships, friendships, family, babies.

I heave them up into the air, hoping for the best. I’m not the only one juggling that many things. Most people are, and more.

Only problem: there’s a chainsaw up there.

I tossed it up because I thought it’d be fun, interesting, I’d be living on the edge. Also I threw up a stick of dynamite. And there’s a crying kid up there too. Not mine but I borrowed him from a stroller.

I’ll figure it out. Yep. Gonna figure it out. Any second now.