And
+ + +“What is your favorite word?”
+“And. It is so hopeful.”
+ +And you were there at the start of it alland you were there at the end bitter as a nail
+and you folded your hands like little dovesthat flew away like an afterthought
+when you turned to me and the window lighton your face when you told me and I did not
+recognize you in the throng of those whoare not you and I asked are we in a church
+and you answered with the look on your facelike birds caught in a snare like on a voice
+and I think it might have been my voiceand I could not do but look away my head
+was not my head anymore or hold my thoughtsI never did get an answer from you but from
+the man on the radio murmuring all nightand I couldn’t understand him so far away
+and I could tell I was missing something importantand you nodded to yourself at something he said
+