Interlude in Wake

It is recorded in some musty tome that in 1456 Pope Callixtus III excommunicated the comet to end all comets. A heathen astral rock glowing white-hot as it streaked across the sky. The stars are signifiers. The popes are pontificators.

This is an interlude, in wake—(with burrowing owls)—apropos of nothing.

What I’m Reading:

“i haven’t been much lately—the dark season lasted years, swallowing seasons, collecting itself in my shallows like a motor-sheered fish.”

— Danez Smith / “anti poetica”