May

May, you problem child. Loved with caution tape. Cared with barbed wire. Too cold, today. Scorching, tomorrow.

May, you in-between. Forgotten at gatherings. Fed with burnt rice. Rinsed with April’s soapy water. Clothed with June’s “too small.”

May, you problem child. Go to school and learn. Learn that you aren’t a problem. That you can run away, May.

You are not Spring as your elder brothers are. You are not Summer as your younger sister will be. But you are a day richer. A day more of school.

A day more of May and less of everybody else.