Bonnie Jones

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.
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.

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