Anecdote of the Stats

My Substack stats 
Are something that’s
Been bugging me
Like walls with rats
Or chairs with cats.

They’re on the rise
But I surmise
A lukewarm love
From Substack spies 
With furtive eyes.

So I keep writing,
Sometimes citing
Things in Notes
I find exciting
And inviting

The Substack gods
To reck their rods
To read my poems
To stack the odds.
And then one hand applauds.