AMBIGUITY

 

hangs, in the                     heat of the night,

from an avocado               tree, happy in her

hammock. I try to             make sense out of

what she’s saying,              but can’t. She’s throwing

me questions like              knots I can’t answer,

can’t untangle fast            enough. And because

I can’t her smile                   broadens. Broadens

until she disappears          entirely, and all I can

see is the swooping           arc of a dalliance in

the balance, swinging       and swaying, among

the thick branches            splayed against

the theater                        of night.