How can it be? Oola alone. Oozing Oola weeps sleepily. I’ve napped and slept and blanketed myself, knee deep in wrappings, eyes thick, spine twisting, wishing for a back to curl around, for that expanse of skin to grow, this full moon in front of me. I’m sick with it. An arching tossed lightly. I lie a pinprick, my thumbs twitch, the bloom of belly a pale blush, unlooked at. Oh Oola, I tell myself, how do I tell myself? What Oola one speaks to Oola two (speaking, always, only, of you), this poor blue Oola, truly a stewing girl, her blue blood bored now, written over and rotten with stillness, hoping only to hold you from below, where you might one day open.
The Poetry Brothel is an organization of poets and artists, directed by The Madame and Tennessee Pink, whose mission is to expand New Yorkers' personal, intellectual and fiscal interest in poetry through events, workshops and other projects. Intimacy, community, passion, service and transformation of environment and self are the guiding principles behind The Poetry Brothel. With these principles in mind, The Poetry Brothel creates worlds in which poets and non-poets can better come together to celebrate the pleasures of poetry.
