What You’ll Never Be by Jeff Bagato

Those who can, do.  And those
who can’t die everlasting
like a ghost torpedo in the rain,
like Nessie drowning in caviar and
scientific deliberation, screaming in her
cups, “I am magical, I am blue ribbon,
I am an angel imprinted in light snow,”
picking up the broken teeth of a child
bleeding after rough play and showing
them on a long flipper, green
and rough like fading upholstery,
the blood dropping like holly berries
across indented palm with a life
line hundreds of years long, crooning
“St. Patrick call me, Saint
Patrick from the tower, from the
sainted tower call me over over
water”—Nessie dancing a handstand jig,
back flippers in the air and the doctor’s
film running backwards black
and white—“Who saw me?  Who
saw me lying on radar screens
across the barren skies of upper
Q-tip?  Was it the credit card king,
the singing stone, the ventriloquist,
the White House ghosts running circles
around x-ray eyes?” and the telephone
rings—backstabbing Joe Microscope on
the line, and it won’t be
his last

Jeff Bagato is a writer and electronic musician living near Washington, DC. Some of his poetry has appeared in Zoomoozophone Review, Otoliths, Clockwise Cat, Zombie Logic Review, Full of Crow, Exquisite Corpse, and Chiron Review. His most recent book of poems, Savage Magic, came out in early 2016. Other poetry books include And the Trillions and Spells of Coming Day. He has also published several science fiction novels, including The Toothpick Fairy, Computing Angels, and Dishwasher on Venus. A blog about his writing and publishing efforts can be found at http://jeffbagato.wordpress.com.

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