Persephone is headed to Hell but first she decides to
meet Christ in Manhattan.
She takes in the sights of 7th Avenue; shards of rain
slice the sky.
She stops at the Cafe des Poetes for a cappuccino:
“Ex-presso! she orders.
“How fast?” asks the waiter.
“Oh, the puns,” Persephone sighs, “Please stop!”
“Make him.” the waiter points at the writer through the screen.
Persephone gives the writer an irritated glance, “He never stops!
“But you came in for a cappuccino.”
“But I ordered an ex-presso.”
“Not stating your intention! This is no way to meet Christ!”
(c) Rob Goldstein 2017 All Rights Reserved