one grows accustomed
having what you need
such as water, so to
speak, meaning not a
thing to trees other
than i am drying out
possibly to die only
if i knew what dying
was and there is not
a thing to do but be
here in this hot air
laced with particles
of soot so i will do
my best to close all
my pores, holding my
breath until i might
feel normal again in
the inbetween humans