Peter Rostovsky © 2025
by Bill Rector
F. Scott Fitzgerald Isn’t In. Please Leave
A Message.
Buttercup may not bray Latin in the barn at 3 a.m., but even a donkey might swish her rough tail at the sting of timor mortis. Blue whales bell the bottommost depths of the Marianas Trench like sunken buoys. Red-eye submariners ceilinged by Arctic ice can’t sleep for the thrumming in their skulls.
Where was I?
Even a bit of flesh and blood as minute as a mosquito may be troubled by the flight of time, especially if the blood swelling its belly is yours or mine… perhaps the pest remembers playing hide and seek as a pupa with bubbles in a ditch… wonders where the search for blood has led it…
the usual whining...
the mosquito zeroes in. I swat my head. Feeling better about things, the mosquito dives again
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Bill Rector, former editor of The Yale Journal for Humanities in Medicine, is author of Lost Moth (Chapbook Prize Winner, Epiphany Magazine, 2017); Biography Of A Name (Unsolicited Press, 2018); Brief Candles, (Prolific Press, 2018); Two Worlds, (White Knuckle Press); and Hats Are The Enemy Of Poetry (Finishing Line Press, 2021).