When I Die and Go to Heaven by Kenneth Pobo It’s a blah eternity if the best I can hope for is the company of angels—notorious for bad cooking and wrestling--in gym Wayne Gochman pinned me on a gray mat. The others yelled Kill him! Kill him! According to Mary Suldana who blew him behind the bleachers, he was an angel. I doubt that. You can put your hand right through an angel. Flesh won’t stop you. Maybe in heaven Bette Davis regrew her flesh. Smoking had better be allowed. Garland will sing “Ol’ Man River.” Even upper-echelon big mansion dudes like St. Peter will applaud, Eternity a cat’s tongue, no end to its pink. Gyroscope Review 29 !