H is for Hot, the tap in the morning after an extra-blanket night. Hot shower keeps the extra-clean Australian appearance, smooth skin health. Then H is the High over the Centre, bendy circles where water vanishes and fire starts. Mercury climbs, if that’s possible. Ground handles hotter than this, while isometric us want to turn off the Hot. I is for Invisible, the heat lines going through me, immovable me that has to move, isometric mind, the extra-need for shade and cold tap, forty and steady like any February. I line up where fire isn’t, grateful I am 60% water.