but my husband looks more like our savior:
more like Jesus than the man
they have stained into glass–
a man with blonde hair and skin
like spoilt milk.
Lying in bed I imagine all the ways
my husband resembles my God:
broad nose and dark skin and a smile that could turn
any tax collector from his capitalism,
any table on its head in the great temple
of the pharisees,
and I wonder: if the church truly stood
behind their God,
would Immigration still be standing
so close to mine?
Image Credit: Roundel with Crucifixion, the Virgin and Saint John, British / THE MET.