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