Thumbing slowly through the pages and pages
of my various attempts at poetic expression,
it’s patently clear why you might question
if I am on and off my modern medications.
But the vitamins and various supplements
I take don’t really count as medicine.
So my highs & lows and euphoric states
must require a different explanation.
Conclusions, you see, are my weakness (superpower) –
I’ll come right out and own it and admit it –
and this poem’s end will demonstrate it.
Let me just drop you off at the corner –
I’ll watch you to your door from afar, shielding me
from the consequences of your goodnight kiss.