#luluapp

In a moment where denigratory services like Lulu app become more and more popular, I feel very thrilled to stumble upon this poem today. Not that I've received bad reviews or anything (actually on the contrary), but I feel that demeaning people, even through euphemistic hashtags, doesn't seem a very mature way to express your previous relationship satisfactions and/or frustrations.

And this poem makes me think that you can be bitching about your prior disaffections now, but maybe you are just paying the price for the bad choices you made one day.

Hunchback

moments of agony and moments of glory march across my roof.

the cat walks by seeming to know everything.

my luck has been better, I think, than the luck of the cut gladiolus, although I am not sure.

I have been loved by many women, and for a hunchback of life, that's lucky.

so many fingers pushing through my hair so many arms holding me close so many shoes thrown carelessly on my bedroom rug.

so many searching hearts now fixed in my memory that i'll go to my death, remembering.

I have been treated better than I should have been— not by life in general nor by the machinery of things but by women.

but there have been other women who have left me standing in the bedroom alone doubled over— hands holding the gut— thinking why why why why why why?

women go to men who are pigs women go to men with dead souls women go to men who fuck badly women go to shadows of men women go go because they must go in the order of things.

the women know better but often chose out of disorder and confusion.

they can heal with their touch they can kill what they touch and I am dying but not dead yet.