My grandma used Cheetos
and Capri Suns to bribe me
to go to church.
We’d sit and stare at things
and fake religion.
I couldn’t stand the smell
of incense but
I strangely looked forward to it,
like people often do
when it comes to strange smells.
After grandma passed away, I dug around
for photos of her and realized
every time I had posed for a picture
I was reminding someone
in the future that I died.
Six weeks ago driving through Arizona
I found a road near Flagstaff:
"Devil Dog Road."
Below the sign was a dead golden retriever
lacquered with flies.
I pulled over and snapped a picture
because somebody had to.