my mother
would put the glow in the dark
virgin mary
statues
all over the house.
in each room.
even on the dashboard of my dad's
chevy impala.
at night, if you woke up,
you'd see
the little light of mary
across the room
and feel, it's all good.
there's mary.
I often wondered what my
father thought
as he'd drove
home at night after out
carousing
drinking, and god knows what
else
with some floozy
he met in a bar.
driving home
with mary staring at him
from the dashboard
above the radio.
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