Graphic by Seven Jones, layout designer By the Child
Dear father, I remember my mother recounting when I was born. It was a drizzly day at a hospital like but legally distinct from UAB. When the doctors saw me they grinned in delight, or at least she thinks they did, but she assured me the “oh wow…” they let out was in endearment.
I’m graduating high school soon and though I never knew you, I can imagine your visage in the stands. Seeing your towering silhouette waving at me, as the other parents gossip at how the school won’t change the dress code but still let the younger kids throw me worms on a good day, but you weren’t there.
It was hard for me to grow up as a human child with a beak and permanent cartoon smile. my eyes face different dimensions like a horse which surprisingly has only partially hindered me so long as you don’t take into consideration my many parking tickets.
I hear you’ve made it big time, and i’m as happy for you and your new husband as I can be, not because I am homophobic, I love gay people. I don’t know why I’mwriting this, but I suppose I’m curious about your life. Mom never remarried aside from her summer fling with a hand puppet I bought at the book fair. It was hard growing up with a single parent, and I guess after all this time I just wanted to ask if you regret anything.
Ps I hope this letter made you feel bad here’s my Cashapp in case you’re feeling generous papa
With indifference,
Freddys out of wedlock bird daughter
