How Lovely to Have A Baby

The night we killed the python Spencer and I arrived early to set tiki torches up in his yard. He had grabbed them from the Big Lots dumpster. They had just held a big back to school blow-out and the dumpster looked like someone had emptied an entire Party City into the bins. The torches were fluorescent green, the color of the hula skirts on figurines that wobble on the dashes of those cars in the movies me and Spencer liked to watch, when the snakes were in the buckets, stuck in the fridge, and the machine was busy computing their breathing patterns; road trip movies.