poetry brothel tonight

I'm excited that there is a brothel tonight.  I enjoy dressing up.  I enjoy reading my poems.  Of course, at some moments, I don't, and I say what am i doing here?  but then someone comes up to me without any sense of what is going to happen, and usually with a face of deeply shy uncertainty, and I get to talk to them in this very strange created place, a little tiny world like a therapist's office, or well, what else, well I guess a cathouse.  So there you have it.  I guess they come to get a bit of directed intimacy, with the possibility of getting rocked.  It is at Madame X which seems like it should work great.  We will see.