disclosures of interruptions

mid-afternoon and the kids are running

around the house like a band of lunatics.

somehow they’ve found the old Gillette single-edge razorblades

I keep in the bottom drawer for sentimental reasons.

I should tell them to be careful, but

I’m busy.

the fatso across the backyard is mowing again.

his lawn looks like the scalp of a 14th century haircut.

the freakin’ kids are driving me nuts!

but there’s no bleeding, so..

as the old astronauts used to say: everything’s “A-OK”!