No Such Thing As A Final Resting Place, by Anneysa Gaille

Left here thought dead
I laugh knowing my body

Is not inhumed
Just waiting

For the lake to appear
Beneath sand which

Will almost certainly
Liquefy come morning

Turning bones into grain
In the water pushed inside

The stubborn mouth
Of some oyster

Already unnerved
Without knowing why

It feels a
Protracted scintilla

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Anneysa Gaille grew up along the banks of Buffalo Bayou in Houston, Texas. In 2018, her chapbook, No Such Thing As, was published by the Center for the Study of Gender and Sexuality at the University of Chicago. Gaille worked on the Brooklyn Review from 2019 to 2021, serving as the Visual Arts and Poetry editor. She recently received her Poetry MFA from Brooklyn College, where she is an adjunct lecturer in the English Department.

© 2021, Anneysa Gaille