I would fit in perfectly in the belly of any claw machine swelling with plush toys. Imagine: me & the duck with the very pink cheeks & the pillow-shaped corgi that’s all heart— wouldn’t we be grand, the three of us & our 86 closest friends? Softness would be the most desirable way to lack, the way we would slip through silver & cushion each other’s tumbles. We would only have to say goodbye once a year at most, & if the time really came, we would celebrate that our friend was going home to someone with steady hands & conviction.
