i sent my dad, who i havent seen in over ten years, and whose home i’m not allowed in, my two books and a letter a couple weeks ago. the letter said dear dad, i love you. aisha. he wrote a two page response and included his own book (Did God Forgive Us of Our Future Sins — (I’m not sure if I should read it or throw it in the fire pit at Dufferin Grove tomorrow)). Anyway, the topic for the first page of the letter is Things Aisha said between age 6 and 8 that he’s still mad about. Also he complained about finding out so late about these books. And that I must have meant I love you jokingly, insultingly.
Anyway, the letter ends like this: with this wild and fearful and gorgeous prayer/poem. He includes my friends in his address so this prayer is for you too.