It is celebration: a cot hovers.
Balloons bunch grapelike off
the ceiling, suspend a bicycle in a
front wheelie. Fifty red ones
say “I love you” in white, and the
others are spongebob, donald
duck, and starting to wilt. A ladder
hangs from a cluster,
and a fire extinguisher. Tracing the
scales of the dragon
from its tail, its paper spines
brandished in two ridges,
we terminate at a gigantic head.