The bubble boils and bursts
with a gush of exasperation
tempered by
lack of communication
and misinformation.

The enquiry trail
leads to dead end
voice mail.
And a list of options
which makes me wail;
the numbers I am given
do not prevail.

I am not a mind reader
I have to be told—
then I know the choices
and my direction unfolds.

Don’t ask me—
or go to hell !