There Are So Many Ways

Kissing Mother Superior, Incompetent, Hairball, Poppy Seeds, On The Can.

It Was The Hat. He Looked Sweet In The Hat. How Could A Man In A Fuzzy Blue Hat Have Used Human Bones To Pave His Roads?

But It Was Another Girl, Young And New To The City, Fiddling With Her Keys.

We Stand There, Quiet. My Questions All Seem Wrong: How Did You Get So Old? Was It All At Once, In A Day, Or Did You Peter Out Bit By Bit? When Did You Stop Having Parties? Did Everyone Else Get Old Too, Or Was It Just You? Are Other People Still Here, Hiding In The Palm Trees Or Holding Their Breath Underwater? When Did You Last Swim Your Laps? Do Your Bones Hurt? Did You Know This Was Coming And Hide That You Knew, Or Did It Ambush You From Behind?

Oh We'll Know Each Other Forever, Bix Says. The Days Of Losing Touch Are Almost Gone.