Right now: A Vietnamese child is sings "we wish you a merry christmas" at a Karaoke party just outside my window.
It's 80 degrees.
I itch away pesky mosquitos.
The air smells of pork sandwiches, mold, gas and smoke.
I assess the stuffing in my moments of today.
The bed I sit upon digs into my mammalian tail.
I envision origami pianos.
Humid night air spins my curls into knots.
I sip tepid water.
I am astonished.