mass confusion under an abandoned black mailbox

mass confusion under an abandoned black mailbox just mentioned as lackadaisical as day, someone very close to me just told me about diabetes medication i sit on this empty porch of dried tears with a quickly written letter in my hand i am thinking about possible amputations and high blood pressure so secretive, and i do not know where to go so vague, and i do not know what number to call so mysterious, and i do not know what hospital in which to go to the mailbox is now black corn flakes without even intending to be not knowing the definition of 'where', 'to', 'go', or 'next', i put said quickly written letter in the abandoned, flaky black mailbox i return back to my weather worn black car and stare into the space of myself in the mirror of the driver side sun visor