Wrong Currency
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by Marina Lee Sable
The ferryman is reading the paper
as he waits beside his boat.
I pay him the standard fee
to take me to the other side.
This is no good, he says.
Visa or MasterCard only.
It cost a fortune
and it’s all I’ve got, I tell him.
He chuckles as he
throws me overboard
into the icy black river,
tossing the coin after me.
So much for myth.
How was I to know
Charon no longer accepted obols.