Do you remember when we found all those seashells and packaged them up into wax paper envelopes to send to all our enemies? I took a sand dollar hostage so I could memorize the rough rimmed perimeter. Your smile was enough to set me back a few months. The way you breathed out smoke and how serious you got with things I wanted to joke about. You kissed me by the old oil lamps and your mouth tasted like warm soda.
DROIT D’AUBAINE BY BRITTANY ACKERMAN
Brittany Ackerman is a recent graduate of Florida Atlantic University’s MFA program in Creative Writing. She recently completed a residency at the Wellstone Center in the Redwoods, as well as the Mont Blanc Workshop in Chamonix, France under the instruction of Alan Heathcock. She will be attending the Methow Valley Workshop this May under the leadership of Ross Gay. She is currently living in Los Angeles and working on a novel of fiction.