*Or the end of Daylight Savings Time or whatever the hell is causing me to spend the day weeping at my desk.
You make me the woman I am.
And keep me from being a man.
You let me know every month that I will not be a mom
With sadness and rage that goes off like a bomb.
I cry because I cannot make my sister's birthday.
I cry because I'm conflicted about my choices on Election Day.
I cry because it's All Saints' Day?
My heart feels the weight of crushing sadness.
But sad at what?
There's nothing there.
What the fuck?