Bloody onions

I cried thrice today

Well, twice in bed so they count as one incident

I don't know why I cried but

One minute I was fine, the next I wasn't

(we are simply going to ignore the fact that

you've been on my mind lately. a lot.)

Another was when I typed the last word for the day

And pressed send on that email

Something came over me, a wave of relief and sorrow and exhaustion

And the third time was in the kitchen

While I was cutting onions for dinner

I stood there, head raised towards heaven

Blinking out tears, my eyes were burning

I cursed this bloody root vegetable

Or whatever the hell an onion is

I cursed my weak eyes

The dull knife

I cursed myself

And I cursed you.