My Grandfather’s beer hisses.
My Grandmother hisses back.
Front tire this morning hissed at the valve stem.
We’re driving to Hollywood.
Desert ravines and teepee trading posts dot the Arizona highway.
“Mongrels,” Grandfather says.
Patchy coyote skips into our lane.
The canyon colors swirl.
On our way to becoming stars.

Jonathan Kosik is a writer and photographer who lives outside Nashville. He enjoys his daughter’s laughter and his wife’s fashion sense.