The Essence of Frustration

Being interrupted. The sound
of a tire blowing out
when you’re already late for work.
Burning your husband’s birthday cake,
the one his mother baked so well. Unwanted
surprise parties.

Neighbors who play loud music
at all the wrong times. Men who let the door
slam shut in a young woman’s face.
Unwanted attention from ex lovers
and meddlesome family members.

Being met
with the blank stare of indifference
in eyes that you loved, that you imagined
had loved you.

Hearing no when all you want
is
yes.

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2 thoughts on “The Essence of Frustration

  1. Being familiar with frustration lately, I really really appreciate this. haha. And you, my darling Evie, for being so adept at putting pen to paper (or, in this case, fingers to the keyboard to type) and expressing everything inside.
    You’re getting pretty fucking good at it, if I do say so myself.

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