I post the poem
I wait for comments
I check two minutes later
I promise not to check
for 30 minutes
I lie
I check again
I notice my poem fell
from the top slot
I hate the top slot poet
I think he’s pretentious
I have slipped farther down
the list
I don’t know why
they’re commenting on his dreck
I know he is overcompensating
for his small genitals
I think she’s so untalented
I know she only gets noticed
because her avatar shows cleavage
I notice I dropped even further down
I bet she has one of those “Word-A-Day”
calendars and tries to work it
into each new crappy poem
I count
I’ve dropped to 17th place
I re-read my poem and
I confirm its merit
I’m bored by the “Editor’s Picks”
I wish I was an editor so
I could ban the usual six people
who get picked
I know that won’t happen
I don’t kiss their asses
I know if I revise my work
I can get it back to the
top of the list
I will resubmit the poem with
a note of self-caught correction
I wait
I check
I become discouraged
I am ignored
I log off for the night
I come back the next morning
I see one comment
I note it is supportive but noncommittal
I comment on other poems
I think this will guilt them into
commenting on mine
I miscalculate again
I hate this site
I resolve to find a better poetry website
I hate all the ego games
on this site.
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