I need time to dissociate, to break myself down
(more than I am now)
Down to the smallest part of me.
California is too liberal for a lover like me, like
Nothing but razors and ecstasy to keep me at bay.
Two thousand miles east
I’ll be in two years.
All I wanted was to love and be loved
And I know where I’ll find life—
Away from California love and the life I’ve lost, to
Snowy winters and people who never bother to say hello
On swift metropolitan streets.
For there, I will be
Alone and yet mine,
Dissociated but for once, at last,