“I want to tell them” by Julia on her couch

Friday July 6, 2018
5:02pm
In the Dermatologist’s Office, Again
Robert Tremmel

I want to tell them I don’t hate them that I love them that I need them
I want to tell them that they hurt me that they weren’t me that I am them
I want to write it in a letter snail mail send it
Write it on the mirror in red lipstick
Call Them on the phone and sing a prayer of sorry
Meet Them in the park and hug them full of thank you

I want to tell them that they’ve helped me that they’ve shaped me that they’ve held me

Tell them that they’ve known me that they’ve shown me that they’ve stoned me

That they’ve made this soft centred M&M melt that they’ve crunched my hard shell easy that they’ve pressed too hard on my bruises and buttons

I want to tell them that I’m not going anywhere.

That I’m big.
That I’m growing.

I want to tell them that the sea is going to swallow them up and they should let it.

I want to tell them who I am.
I want to tell them I’m the sea.

“I want to tell them” by Sasha in her hotel room in Victoria

Friday July 6, 2018
12:02am
In the Dermatologist’s Office, Again
Robert Tremmel

It’s after midnight and the streetlights are flickering and the sound of traffic is slowing and somewhere maybe a wolf is howling. It’s after midnight and my head is pounding and I’m thirsty for you beside me and I’m over the hump of exhaustion that now I’m awake again. It’s after midnight and I’m thinking about how positivity is a practise and how so few practise and how do you make it through a life with so much negativity and where does it go in your body and will you wake up one day and think that this is what life is this is what life is a about?