A Bodega Named Karma
The severely bored cashier told me
to read the goddamn sign.
I did. It said:
No Dollar, No Dream.
I knew there weren’t any gold bars
in my pockets,
but decided
I’d check anyway.
Empty. The cashier was
visibly changing
from uninterested
to angry.
I figured I better
accept the loss.
Fuck it.
Move on.
So I swallowed that
familiar, bitter, pill.
My mood hit the floor,
and I scurried off.