by Jeph Johnson
my sister writes "I'm proud of you"
despite it sounding silly
but I have lately been doing quite well
in the chaotic face of turmoil
(the chemicals won't behave)
my happiness seems contagious
in fact, she tells me to "keep it up"
it's even making her smile
'cause she's told me all along
I am finally getting the point, she says
by evaluating my own value
appraising my situation
wearing the glasses of optimism
it somehow seems a spectacle
when pessimism unravels in the cold
I either must kick it aside
like the dead mouse on my doorstep
or thank the feline for the fun
of another new observation
I keep positively shining
and sharing the love of my family
sorry sis, I love you, too
but you're still not
getting any details
for the night belonged
to my moods and I
getting high