Friday August 31, 2012

TEN MILE

Bonjour Meme,

I write this is in the dark, under the lowered-tailgate of papa's station wagon, with a full blue moon illuminating my words in fluorescent gel. Papa is stumbling around our campfire with flames shooting four feet in the air, if he falls he'll be charred and crunchy like Uncle Tio's burnt sopapillas. I crawled under here to get away from papa's screaming and shouting and getting angry with ma mere. He threw a chunk of firewood at Miles' head, but missed by a mile; no joke.

Meme, I wish you were here with me, I'd crawl into your lap, even if ma mere thinks I'm too old; you're the only one that can comfort me without trying. I wanted to be grown but ma mere says go to bed, tomorrow comes early.

Tomorrow we leave; papa wants to see the ocean, and he says it's a full day away.

Sleep well, meme.

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