Jivin’ With Bonny Cassidy etc.

Jessica L. Wilkinson

never the same

night—never the same

light in the feet

dark devil in the heel

the dress got wet—

i cut it off—i lost

control—rolled off the bed

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the fault was all stylus—

how it beat the rhythm out

the groove—flicked

the heel

‘cross the boards of the J.C. Hotel—

shaking, grinding

skip, kick & flack

tr

specifics track the mental map

of a night well spent—

… dot is the line that solves two points

heel to heel

play it loud, louder again

the dress got wet—

i cut it off

i lost

control—

//

the drink sunk in—

i swigged the heat

drew out the sweat

slips down the arcing spine—

shredded moments in a salt-licked

time—

viscous liquids all shook up

in the dense light of a dusky pub—

the buddy system—lava lamp

that won’t dissolve

louder, louder still

the dress got wet—

i cut it off

i los t control—

//

mischief can’t control her hands—

i stole the gin—

four fingers

down their throats—

and one was mine

and it was cut

(signals to the floor—

a point

two

bodies in a field—free-spinning dandelion drift

matching feet

bonny lass,

bonny class

bonny stylus groove

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the dress got wet—

i cut it o ff

i lo st cont

rol

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fell off the bed

and bonny laughing out the window

says “come on let’s go—