Karma Handled It
By Ashley O’Hare
You never grew out
of your childish phases.
You tell me to grow up
from your mom’s basement.
It was not a full lie
when I said I wanted you to go places.
It’s not my fault you didn’t consider
lock up to be on my list of ideal destinations.
You can give me a call
when you are on the inside.
I will accept the charges
to laugh over your argumentative spite.
Then I’ll go to bed,
tuck myself in,
and finally get some sleep—
you know how long it has been
since the nightmares began haunting me.
I would have gone to every trial,
made my statement,
and waited for the final consensus.
But karma handled it,
took you away from me,
and gave me back my sleep.
ashleyohare 