Send me postcards and books
Your clothes for swapping
And all the slicing words that repeat
Send me the smile you forgot to give
And the words you carried back with you
Send me the words you did say
So that I can touch them sometimes
(Now they are only in my head).
Send me your old tee shirt
If you have a pet you’ve lost
Send me their bowls that are empty
You keep the leash that pulled you farther
Send me the lonely nights
I’ll burn them for you and congratulate you
On the crackles.
Send me the name of an unasked gift
that you think you don’t deserve.
Send me the bottle caps of alcohol
That kept you company when I couldn’t.
Send me your memory jar
Old calendar cutouts and tiny things
You pick from the streets
Send me the feeling of warm oil
Of being kneaded on soles
The postman could be a good friend, I sense!
Dr. Sneha Rooh is a palliative physician, a person who loves cats and cat naps. Her passions include getting people to talk about death through death cafes and women to say “vagina” without flinching. She travels around India using art theatre and dialogue to bring up matters like sex, death, menstruation through her organisation called Orikalankini.
Falco Verholen is a Dutch ftm artist with a weak spot for the mysterious, otherworldly and animalistic. He loves telling stories through art, comics and video. Currently working on several game projects. Lover of indie games, nature, Murakami, internet comedy, seriousness, silliness and discovering / connecting art, stories and above all, people.