Sunday September 2, 2012

BANDON BEACH

Bonjour Meme,

I love the smell of sea-salt in the air, and sitting high on a sea rock, looking out over the ocean! I'm listening to Me' Loss bark at seagulls, and imagining life in the 1700s, before the world changed, before I was born. Miles and papa fought the entire morning. Miles screamed at papa, "You're not Nicole and my papa," but ma mere didn't care; she lets papa do as he wants with me, and I shouldn't care no how.

I don't mean to complain to you, but I don't know what to do. Life's been lousy so far. I miss you more than the ocean, but I can smell the ocean, I can touch and feel the ocean, I can get lost in the ocean. But you, I can't have. My ho' see-oh protects my notebooks, and my assortment of pew pencils, but my heart has no protection.

Meme, I was supposed to watch the tide, now the water's way over my head. I'll end our talk for now, tuck my words in my ho' see-oh and swim back to shore with Me' Loss.

If we don't talk until then, sleep well, meme.