Fable for a Father
Mandy Moe Pwint Tu
One day I grew scales. My father grew feathers.
In our living room, we became what the other
hated. He said, You’re my daughter so I can eat you.
I said, I will dive so deep into the ocean you will never
find me. Impasse, but not really. He bared his wings.
I ran to the water. He was hungry. I was sorry.
When he died, I found a feather tucked under
my scales. I named it grief. I wrote with it.