On Being Diagnosed with Prediabetes
On Being Diagnosed with Prediabetes
by Jonathan Fletcher
The first thing I feel is guilt.
The crowded mouth, the filmy fingers,
the dark stains across my shirt.
Too much grease, too much salt.
I think of Lot’s wife
forever turning. I imagine my arteries
also hardening.
As the white -coated prophet warns
of other things to come,
curtly instructs Eat more fish,
I can’t help but think of Friday dinners
with salmon and Catholic Mom,
the prayer we’d say for our health.
I can’t help but picture
the Fisher of Men. Disciples around him,
fish atop coals, a full net
in the awaiting boat.
He waves me over, and I cross the sand.
Though it’s been forever
since I’ve been to Mass, though I need
no miracle (just exercise,
a better diet), I bow and reach
out for his hands, each
open to me, dark like mine.
Forgive me, cure me.
Jonathan Fletcher holds a Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing from Columbia University. A Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net, and Best Microfiction nominee, he won Northwestern University Press’s Drinking Gourd Chapbook Poetry Prize in 2023, for which his debut chapbook, This is My Body, was published in 2025.