Tell me what to do.
I am lost.
I am stymied.
I don’t know
how to get to the next day
from here
and I don’t know who
in the world
to ask
so I’m reaching out
to the wisdom of the ages
in this letter,
licked and stamped,
then set afire
on my roof
so the ashes can fall
and the smoke can rise
and the ether will experience my anguish
and understand what I need
better than I do.

Help me.
Make me sane.
Give me clarity.
Give me purpose.
Give me a solution
to what ails me
which, clearly,
has thus far escaped me.

I need an answer
from something.
Let someone direct me
somewhere
somehow.

Please
tell me what to do.