To the Waitress at Waffle House Who Slit Her Wrist & Covered the Scar with a Dolphin Tattoo
Todd Clay Stuart

we could go to California start over
you and me and the silvery green dolphin
put the Rocky Mountains between us and death
Sun Valley between us and darkness we will never
be out of danger I have some money stashed away
we can stay with my brother until we find
a little place on the beach we can rescue a dog
take her wherever we go you can make chokers
from puka shells and sell them on Etsy you can
fold balloon animals on Santa Monica Pier idgaf
you don’t have to love me I don’t want to be
alone I want to live with someone who has died
once already like me and is longing to breathe
again in the soft lull of swaying palm trees

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