at the art museum

i go to enter a room
and the reverberating noise from a distant fan
makes me feel sick

i have just been lying in a room nearby
nearly pitch black
except for the projected images onto a screen against black wall
black couches
black floor

and heard voices of men speaking over
the voice of a woman
speaking about art
and images
and words

and yet beyond that room
was so much light
so many dim spotlights
directed towards the works of art
made in such a way that no photograph you ever took
could come out with a crisp
clear quality

and so i go back into another dark corner
one different than before and this time
not quite so bright the screen projections
not quite so dark the room

and as i am perched on a small stool
it occurs to me
that the words of the woman remind me
of Lana Del Rey
in the interlude of her 2015 studio album
(Burnt Norton, Honeymoon)
speaking of metaphysics and i think
to myself how possible it is
that none of this is real

but then it is revealed to me
that i am here alone
and i must enter back into the room
that fills my ear drum
makes me dizzy

and once i do i take a seat
spot my love across the way
and i wave

 

 

 

 

Angela Bachmann

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