Jesus pours drinks at the foldout bar_
Two martinis. Shaker rings on the leather top. 
He turns to you, biting an olive. This is
The moment you’ve been waiting for:
	Say it! Say it!
Aw, but the moment’s past. So
You sip. You make nervous chatting.
Years later, you’ll think about that night.
About all that was, all that might have been.