Because We Cannot See It
She’s too embarrassed to
admit she has no sense
of time or place.
Always confused
why Indiana Jones was
fighting Nazis, or
the realization that
she went three years
in class without
understanding that
palabra
in Spanish means
word,
which came
from the same
empty opening that is
singing lyrics to a
song during karaoke
and she’s actually
hearing them for the
first time
as she reads
and mouths,
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facin' up when your whole world is black
and she sees herself again in that same
hole, as they
open onto each other,
back and
forth and
back.
Cassandra Troyan is an artist and writer born and raised in Columbus, Ohio. She is an MFA candidate at the University of Chicago for Visual Arts. She has a chapbook written with her brother Cody Troyan, entitled, Big Bill and the Lonely Nation. She curates the reading and performance series EAR EATER in Chicago, IL and her work is currently or forthcoming in amphibi.us, Bluestem, Double Shiny, H_NGM_N, JMWW, My Name Is Mud, Negative Suck, New Wave Vomit, Pop Serial, Right Hand Pointing and The Scrambler. She hopes to live on a boat in the main harbor of Stockholm after graduation.
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