Will
Anna Nichols Cooksey
bury my body
in the mountains.
give it back to the soil
from which it came.
when I die, please invite
all the animals of the covenant
to hold a feast in my name.
let the wolves gnarl on the marrow in my bones.
let the blowflies suckle on pillows of fat.
the flesh flies will lay their eggs inside
my skin, so let them.
Anna Nichols Cooksey is a perpetually caffeinated junior pursuing a double major in English and Media Studies. She finds dogs and cats much easier to talk to than humans.