Poetry, Published Submissions The Cost of Living, by Shae S. March 27, 2023 / Every day I wake up and watch exactly one tree being destroyed. Exactly one. One tree won’t hurt. Besides, we need more houses. Two. We need more money. Three. We need a hospital. Four. We need a bench. Five. Seven. Thirty trees chopped. One day I wake up and there is exactly one tree standing. No one can breathe. — Shae S.