I really want to see you.
Yeah. Me too.
You busy this weekend.
Not sure... it'll be warm, let's take a walk.

I don't want to see him.
Then don't. Why a walk anyways?
I want to know what'll happen.
What.
We text... I cringe when I see his pictures though. Too many memories.
Call me with details.
I always do.
Going to get back together?
My heart lives somewhere else.

He can't come. But I knew that.
How.
Babysitting. I got lucky I guess.
Oh. Cool.

Heard from him?
Him...
You know who, I'm worried about him.
Right, No word... but you went walking wit--
No he bailed, besides I want to forget everything to do with that.
Well
I'll never hear from him
Chin up girlie.
Tragic. I'm in love.
No you're not.

You can't always win.
He's perfect for you
Give it up, you know I can't.
You can. It would be perfect.
I can never be the same again.
That's cruel.
My heart is somewhere else, sorry.
Wherever it is, put it up for lease.

careful making wishes in the dark

An anxious dress
Like a spring crocus:
Violently violet
Inside and outside.

Its cold silk,
Snake-like and pure,
Born, endured
Like a straightjacket

By my hot sinful
Skin.
Both
Smell of myself;

That is, of life
With death inside.
My soul, living bird,
Can you rend them?

Carolina Ilica, from **The Short Poem of My Long Life