Trouble Trouble
What
they say is that we have only ourselves to say things at.
Street,
street light
Ring,
ring tone
Mark,
mark maker
Each
car passes, dot matrix
The
thing felt so numberless and unraveled – search markets.
Duplicates
at the door, framing our hair, dressing down.
CPR
(cardiopulmonary resuscitation) - text translation.
With
is a considered gesture.
The
alcove of a cantaloupe, hanging basket and bending at the waist.
And
there was a space, there was one. There was one.
What
makes. How are we going to make it?
Why
is that box on the floor and inside it, all those utensils?
Lady, these are going to have to go.
Lady, these are going to have to go.
And
reaching down to grasp the handle of a large boat shaped bucket,
there’s a monolith in there, wobbling on the surface of the water.
Physicality,
a mirror in a play.
Cross
from left to right, hands loose at sides, don’t reveal the tension
in the eyes or in the mouth, the tension is in the waist and lower
back.
Bonnie Jones is a Korean-American writer, improvising musician, and performer working primarily with electronic music and text. Born in 1977 in South Korea she was raised by dairy farmers in New Jersey, and currently resides in Baltimore, MD. http://bonniejones.wordpress.com
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