For my birthday, I head to the desert— a present to myself before moving to the Northeast. I visit John, who has left sister Jenn and the Lou for a dusty piece of property not from Joshua Tree. No more hoosiers, he tells me. Just roadrunners and scorpions.
He shows me the frozen Sarah Lee that he got me for my birthday then we celebrate with his special punch and some Amy Winehouse. I wake hours later, alone in the dark of his living room, looking at through the sliding glass door for any roadrunners and listening for the hiss of a scorpion.