On my own

she says,
"if you don't have the money, honey
the honey money
to fly back three or four times a year
you get isolated
up here---its like another world:
and I laugh because
its perfect.
I'm so in between worlds
just one would be nice.
And you can go to
San Franfuckingcisco
and its
fifty-three years of progress
fifty-three years of yuppies and capitalism
fifty-three years away from the San Franfuckingrevolution
and all I love.
I and I will go isolated islanding on the Bering sea
with the wolves
and the silence of heaven
breathe deep in a snowbank
and never come home.