look, I can't say how it happens
but suddenly my teeth are no longer milk
apparently I'm older
I find it a bit difficult to roll on the floor
and stretch later because my bones crack like branches,
overnight you are an orphan
and mustaches and hair are getting thin.
I don't call it old age nor do I call it time although I don't know either
how to name it, but suddenly love fulfills its commitment
of leaden day, of blue flower, of notary's log,
and the music we listen to is rounder than eighth notes,
and you see yourself denying the increase in gasoline
because now you magically understand
that everything is going to be more expensive in the corner store,
That didn't happen before or it happened to others,
and one was promised not without a certain solemnity
That it would never ever affect us
I can't say how it happens, but
suddenly the rain becomes necessary
as if all the sympathies of life were drawn on it.
what is this? How was this
and by the time we fully understand his logic and his face
not knowing how we're doing
And then someone, somewhere, starts to say:
Look, I can't say how it happens, but.