By Valentina Cano
She’s wondered if he meant what
he said that night out in their front yard.
The light reflected off his feline eyes,
his mouth becoming a fish-bowl of thoughts.
But she knows
that the truth, whatever it is,
ducks around his voice,
folding itself into the shadows
between his words.
She’s going to have to lure it out
and there might not be enough bait
in this world for that.