Rush Hour Anger

Thursday afternoon

around 5:30pm

give or take – but who cares

I'm stuck in rush hour

traffic

in a shitty grey van

with fourteen other girls

Practice let out late

coach Jenn came to the

dock late with the

novice eight

And now I'm pissed off

and bitter

I have a 6pm

but apparently

she only cares

about

the athlete part

of student-athlete

Some girls think we'll make it back

I've been around

long enough

to know

we're stuck

I slam my hand off the steering wheel

but I'm too high up

for the little

silver

Impala

to see my anger

I creep closer to the news van

ahead of me

hoping that

maybe

we can just get

the fuck

going

An angry, pissy noise leaves my throat

we're never

going to

make it back

in time

for

class

We haven't even passed the Grey Hound

bus station

and the red numbers

on the dash

are already shining

5:47pm

I really fucking hate Pittsburgh traffic