Frustration

Cranky Girl Has an LA Day

A playful exercise

in the self-help book
goes wrong, wrong, wrong.
Cranky Girl frowns,
throws the book on the car seat, 
damns the mis-named
free - way,
the unsolicited offer
under the wiper blade,
the last parking spot
on the block near yoga
too small,
the perfect weather,
the happy dogs
leashed to sunglassed Pilates ladies,
the f'ing blue and cloudless sky.
Cheerful Girl laughs,
reads this vent poem aloud
and both girls agree to
tackle the exercise again.
But not before lunch,
and a hazelnut de-caf
with cream.