Tree Letters

by Evan Cozad

One day I write my mother a letter: Dear mother, I’ve lost myself in a tree with only my hands and feet to speak to. Please send father, the sky grows dark like tea that’s being forced to turn into coffee.

Hurry, your son.

Some day later I receive a letter: Son, I have received your letter, but I have received another. Your father is lost in a different tree. So, I can’t send a man in a tree to rescue a man in a tree. But do try to stay warm and eat enough. You’ll figure this out.

Love, your mother, the tree.