The sky’s a graveyard full of ghosts
and fossils. No one’s dared to bury
barley; it hasn’t rained in thirty days.
Neither almanac nor bible tells
how to predict an ending. I thought I understood
the lifespan of a star, but I was wrong:
their deaths are expanding, infinite;
I’m the thing inconsequential, impermanent.

Kate Wylie is a writer living in St. Louis, Missouri. She graduated from Webster University in 2018 with a B.A. in English and is currently pursuing her M.F.A. in Creative Writing at the University of Missouri in St. Louis. When she isn’t writing, Kate is a softball coach at Webster Groves High School, devoted gamer-wife, and an avid Chicago sports fan.


[image: CR7 | ESO / M. Kornmesser]

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