April

There's something about April being the cruelest month. T.S. Eliot, "The Wasteland."

Which I've read numerous times and never really got that well. But more and more of it. It's episodic and pieced together. I believe I read it was heavily edited down by Ezra Pound.

Anyway, April is in another famous poem: "30 days hath September, April, June..." You're missing a day as opposed to "all the rest" (except February), so that qualifies you to be singled out, or clumped in with the other shorties.

Think of all the people whose birthdays would have been on April 31, had there only been one. The potentiality of that is zero, which is mindblowing.