Nail My New Window Shut
if you don’t believe in karma
I guess you’ve never been slapped
maybe you’re a saint
the kind that only breathes
in the pages of a holy book
here on earth us humans
are plagued by bad karma
we get crushed under it
I know
karma is the name of the pen
that scribbled me out
with see-through ink
I’ll always be invisible
I brought this on myself