because you, the month of May, taught me how to Hulk when appropriate. How to curse mofos out when they needed to be cursed out, how to live in the moment of rage, beauty and sweet limitless truth. Not honesty. Truth.
Oh sweet darling May — thank you for helping me to rage judiciously and without hesitation. What a joyous moment for me (and maybe for you)?
You brought my unvarnished rage to the light. You let my inner a**h*le do the Twist, the Hustle, the Cabbage Patch and I am so grateful for that. Oh May, I love what you have done for me, but I’m not sad to see you go.