Camp Poetry. Population: Chelsea Minnis

After reading Chelsea Minnis' poem and the attached article about Gurlesque, it's obvious that the poem fits into the category.  It's not only the words, though, it's how they are put onto the page.  Separated by dozens of periods, the reader is forced to fill in the silence.  But with what?  There are so many options.  The first time I read it, I glossed over the pauses.  They were too silent and awkward.  The second time, though, as I understood the words more, the periods gained a voice.  Or, rather, lots of overly sexual moans and groans.  These ooohs and ahhhs and don't stoppppsss were so ridiculous, even in my mind, I could only think of this lovely lady, who is a whole blog post of her own.