Around the corner from Dunkin' Donuts

Is where Mad River and Still River meet.

 

It's not just the numbers of people you

See, it's that they are alive in their lives,

 

Being good or bad at things—they treat

Each other or themselves more or less

 

Well and poorly as they sip their coffee

And then go their separate ways, alone.

 

Sometimes the thought occurs to me

That I do not like to let me be lovely,

 

Not that that means a thing to you.

Meanwhile, a stranger is up to

 

His ears in debt and spearfishing out

Of his Corvette, leaving me unfazed.

 

How afraid I've been of all that's actual.

What must the person look like who

 

Pays to own one of those posters

That says "a vagina is not a clown car"?

 

I do not know anyone here, and I do

Not know myself or where the love

 

I once felt has gone, as if it had never

Existed at all, but there it is again.

 

Words: Aaron Fagan

Installation: Belshazzar's Feast, The Writing on Your Wall, 1983 by Susan Hiller