THE GOD OF POTHOLES IS A NOMAD
He survives in the wet breath of prayers and curses. He loses himself in the runic communion of blown tires and broken axles. We pray to him to fill them. He answers us with rainwater and half crushed McDonald’s cups. His throne is the bulleted list of things to either fix or forget. He’s not fussy. A sacrifice, an offering, call it what you want, he wants it. And his want is shallow and sharp. His domain has endless range. There’s something grounding about a god who knows his place. Yet there’s something terrifying about a god who knows how to bring us down with him.
ZACH GOMEZ is a poet and fiction writer based in northern Utah, U.S.A. He is working on a BA in Creative Writing at Weber State University. He can be found as @trulyzachgomez on Twitter.