To the Captain and the Honeybee

Melita

yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard

(Not shown: crumpled pieces of paper, strikethroughs throughout, angry and frustrated lines cast over edges and fringes. Instead, what is displayed is a smoothed out paper that had been read over and over again, and still doesn’t properly convey everything; or anything. She’ll save that for a mulish moment.)

I just got home.

I can meet with you. Where are you?

- Mel

I am the ocean and the battered shore
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury