the dashboard Jesus

your mother put a glow
in the dark Jesus
in everyone's room.
there was one stuck
on the dashboard
of your father's chevy imapla
too. that one went
flying through the windshield
when his head hit
the window one rainy
night after drinking
with his sailor buddies
in barcelona. you can still see
the soft yellow hue
of light on His robe.
His eyes staring,
His hands, with nail
wounds held out for
you to touch. you remember
the policemen
bringing your father's Jesus
to the door after finding
it on the road.