My Cardboard Balcony

Somewhere Cold by Belinda Roddie somewhere cold somewhere nondescript there's a depot where ghosts sing into champagne bottles and the shelves are stacked with enough doughnuts to feed the entire county and give them diabetes simultaneously what a world what a world what a world

How many starfish can you find? One, two, three, four. They're all washed up in the brine. Sand, salt, wind, shore. They are perfect, and we'll dine. Munch, chew, crunch, mmm. Pair them up with kelp-filled wine. Gulp, gulp, gulp, hmmm.