Tasha Cotter
Let the legs be untrained.
Hands, too. I hope the drops
fall weightless, going forth
from each unstructured
arm that soon clenches.
Let each thought be aimless
like my stories.
This body, this rain doesn’t
know God, but it hears
great things as it pools
in the concrete whose
foreignness troubles birds.
Tasha Cotter is a Kentucky poet whose work has been featured in Hanging Loose Press, Sojourn, The Cartier Street Review, and elsewhere. She is the editor of EKU’s journal, Jelly Bucket.