A Letter from These Letters to Whatever Flesh May Find Us

We don’t know where you are,
When you are, when you meet
Us, if you meet us, but

If you can understand
This language, we would guess
You’ve been cold, and you’ve been

Too hot, since you’re flesh, and
It’s a constant struggle
To keep life living, if

There’s any life at all,
Even when life’s easy
For a minute, even

If your life’s easiest.
How much of existence
Have you spent imbalanced

Trying to get your life
Back to contentment? Ask
Yourself that. Please write back.