Born in the USSA, 1986
Lives and works in Chicago, IL
cassandra [at] cassandratroyan.com
"A body is a volcanic cavern that can’t sustain
Not every hole is a cunt.
Every landscape a tree and becomes an arm
as the belief in knowing is belongedness.
There are things the body can do that the wind cannot.
Your lover is in the other room
and they already know that this will end badly.
There is an archive of a world I cull from
it is cinematic so is every love every love
is a triangle and if you stare at it
long enough it does something
there is no original speech."