Yesterday I dreamt a simulacrum of Jesus
carved by my father Douglas.
Jesus was propped up against a barn
that never existed
in Uncle George’s yard.
We were attacked by dogs there once,
but I was inspired by this Jesus
and helped my D.C. obsessed father complete him.
DC isn’t as well connected
as those I rush to see.
I pray that things will get better
and all of my fathers approve.
Written by Jason Wright
January 16, 2018